Lyrics:
Boy, you're so sexy, you think you got it made
You smile when you lie, get away from me
You're talking out two sides of your face
I'm supposed
to keep me safe
It's out of their hands
All is all for none
And one is one for one
My army's gonna sit right down
My army's going to sleep
We've seen
This is my war.
You will all remember.
Hear me now, I'm calling out.
I built myself a fucking iron army
Their hearts are made of blood and steel.
Boy, you're so sexy, you think you got it made
You smile when you lie, get away from me
You're talking out two sides of your face
I'm supposed
and catch me
Cause my legs, their prime has past.
I am breaking from the sorrow
And my faith is fadin' fast.
Mother, father, help me
I'm your flesh
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from (out in Tennessee)
He lives in
This here was our situation
We was just young wild wood boys
New as the birth of the nation
The kind that the Army employs
High riding Rebs
that they better not
Three words to a witness: they get shot
Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
Always talk to God, never listen to cops
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
when I say shoot
They gonna kill who try to harm me (kill who try to harm me)
Redrum is my army, army
I move as an army (I move as an army)
Killers
call me the Dreadhead Rambo
These rappers out now they ain't so tough
He played his hand
I called his bluff
Ain't got change
But gotta a buck 50
This is
to find a cure
But the arms race is on
And the tanks all roll out
All the guns are in place
As we wait for the shout
And the army sweeps
ever raised was us
Dug a forty foot well struck thirty-six gallons of dust
Salvation Army gave us clothes to wear a man from the county came to cut our
Uh
Birdman handrub
This shit fit me like a damn glove
Shit cleaner than a hand scrub
Feel better than DJ Khaled fan love
This the rock that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is Tha Carter mothafucka, yeah
And in my building I must keep it real
And man I miss the times
We would shine, you
family and his pride is all a man like me has left
Better watch your back better take care of yourself
And when the train pulled out next morning
No
of many a union man,
As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain,
As you built one more link on the chain.
Then the army of the fascists
man,
As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain,
As you built one more link on the chain.
Then the army of the fascists tried to put you
light is dying out by the day
In this small town
Ain’t it awesome
When the clock strikes twelve
And the army goes wild, and the army goes wild
Don’t
to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you
twenty years for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now some
proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, bitch I'm Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit in the waiting room
puzzlin' (I go hard)
I do this for the dogs and nowadays we husky
God is my witness, you lil' bitches, you can't judge me
With my best friend (oh God)
shoot 'em up, camouflage me
'Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army (yo)
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
They do it
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