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need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie

Tempt the tempest
Maybe

of war, aborted soul
Lives his day in infamy 
Sobered by his silence
Solemnly he cries
Suffering from the hostile crimes
Exhausted he lies to die

Spring

of you girl and that big parade
						
You light my fire woman yeah the flame burn hot
Every single evening blowin up the spot
You're a high class lady so

in your arms there where I wanna be
Beautiful lady like Gyptian
But I told her that my name was Krischnan
She smiled and said “that's quite

need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie

Tempt the tempest
Maybe

When I tell you the women out here so weird dawg
It makes no sense how capped up the ladies be out here bruh, for real
(Ford Ohh-Ohh-Ohh-Ohh, yea)

Sworn to fun, loyal to none
Wanna have some fun with me
The Sexy Redneck
Livin' in a single wide double lot
Got his number 8 stickers and his 24's
Stuck

blushing
Her best friends know she be nutting
They be jelly
But no worries ladies
Because right outside a line is forming
No way to tell how they'll be

all I want
You're all I need
You're all I got
So could you please?
It's not a single day that passes by, I think about you
Wait a minute, yeah this

She gave them everything she had
She gave them the best she ever was
She was used, abused, and crazy
She was just a single lady

She gave them

And I'm falling on the floor
I've been thinking
That this drink is gone
I need another
Lady by my side
My ex said nothing only said goodbye
So I said okay

my goals ain't been shot down by you cause you been supporting me hella crazy
Say you're not feeling me but I know you feeling me like I'm filling up

morning we'd walk by one another
Act like there ain't anything between us
You'd say it has to be this way
I hated it
But as long as I'm with you
I could

on a fuckin mask
Pop goes the weasel while I'm shitting on some bloons
Robbed by Mr. Krabs he said "Give me your doubloons"
Your girl is givin' head while I'm

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		Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.


Verse :		My job used to be the kind I thought would last
		I paid your credit

When I wake, I count my blessings
Then I make power moves for breakfast
My hunger is relentless, you pussies are my fetish
My lady say I don't sleep

Every single one of these shits can happen to you
That's why I'm tryna teach you young men and put you on game
In reverse for you young ladies this goes

car battery
Birds-of-paradise in the menagerie
A single death is a tragedy but eggs make omelets
Statistics how he look at war casualties
Killin' is

go)
Grind:30
Everyday I'm waking up at Grind:30
Grind:30

I'm watchin' my six, I wake up at seven (yeah!)
I pull up at eight, I'm grindin' by nine

floor side by side
And she knows that we ride for the whole night
The moon and the stars don't glow as bright as your eyes
Pretty girl like a melody that

We used to cherish all the greatness
We used to love our creatives
We used to praise innovators
And get wowed by entertainers
We used to push

in high school, I completed my similes
And she wanna four-way with two of her lady friends, she said threesomes are history
So I said OK when she threw

the word[00:44.45]Play by the rules and i stick to the game[00:46.64]All those tactics you be using[00:48.17]Have no effect ain't really working[00:49.50]I got tricks up

rough to ever keep a lady
Drop the roof and let the sun cleanse me
Pop the trunk when the moon hit me
I keep my pistol by my kidney 'cause my heart so