Lyrics:
As long as you believe Jesus is your savor
And he died on the cross in brutal pain for our sins
And rose again on the 3rd day
You believe what Jesus has
watchin' her drivin' by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try
In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right
wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P
For all the girls,
Didn't want us when we were nothing
No Thing
Now Lexxus, Flexxus,
To Texas us oh ah
[Chorus]
Now she want be my, be
the West Coast
As I watch you leave, it's getting hard to breathe
No this ain't how it was supposed to be
While you're out chasing all your dreams
Tell me
ain't seein' mine, I walk right in the club
You one of them chicks that be in line
Me? Studded out, ice flooded out
Bitch you ain't nice, please, cut
Pixeleen
Be good my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born on the floor of a noodle shop
Dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Shot by a guy from
"Go to school, listen in and be good
And don't you worry what the bullies may do
One day you'll end up being their boss
For you, that's how the story
up in the club and the music's thumpin hard
I must admit that I was slightly anxious to have my card
Pooled by a girl in a nice tight dress
The kind
the raw shit, they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised if you think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can
the West Coast
As I watch you leave, it's gettin' hard to breathe
No this ain't how it was suppose to be
While you're out chasin' all your dreams
Tell me
(What Juicy J say? He be like, shut the fuck up)
Ayy
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna
the school of hard knocks but your crew cut class
Half white but don't think I got a Klu Klux pass
When I'm up in the V, police be fuckin with me
No sir no
England, that's what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel's tongue
I'm livin'
lies
Spoiler Alert: Life ain't fair, Scarface dies
I'm a product of the 3rd worst schools in America
Where they break into Rite-Aid with butter knives
to sacrifice
That's a question a ask at night
We gon' meet in the after life
Thru dimensions we power glide
Im seeing life thru my 3rd eye
All the shit that
the 3rd grade
Wanted to be an artist and now my dreams come true and I'm promise I'm gonna be taking over soon
No time, to say goodbye
I tried to say it but
the first job he could find
They've got all the love in the world but money is hard to come by
You can fall in love and say I do
Buy a 3/2 house with
a nigga no 3rd degree
I know my ex wanna murder me
But she know she still be adoring me
I like my whips & my bitch with a skirt
Link with the bro & pull
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
the broad day
Niggas spraying with a K
Above all keep the kids straight
Despite falls
We still great
Drink and shake
At a block party
3rd ward, 4th ward
I had a bad vision in my Lucid Dream
'Cause we gotta get back how we used to be
Back when we was known as Kings and Queens
My 3rd eye got me seeing
favorite word, now my ice game is superb
So them hoes be just like, "Burr, burr"
Daddy tryin' hard, but it's easy (huh)
Tighten up on your job, 'cause
dey mad
Na uku prick end shakara kilo faaaaaa
Before you count to 3 I'll be on to the next like 4 5
Back when I met a pretty cougar by Kuramo I was a VG
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