Lyrics:
(Do you believe in heaven?)
Bring my yop, we'll sweep it like a broom
He talking sweet my drum gon' hit him he gon' feel the boom
I fucked his bitch,
Oh no
Where we at?
I wasn't God sent
To pay a broad's rent
I can't get a desk job
But I'm logged in
You tryna bring me Hellcat?
Well I dodge sin
these niggas die before they live
Like what's the cost to be the boss, it ain't no trippin' bought no loss, I tell your bitch to bring my voss, so she can
pocket
Now nigga racks can't fold Too many blue-faced hundreds can't fit in the wallet
keep all them niggas at told,
Bring all the real niggas back
Uwa kpudo ya ogodo, ezigbote ya Nwanyi ukpo, ijele nwanyi na Chukwu di bueze prophetess nnem
Gwam ife n'ga emelu my mum ga Digodi enough for her life
I cant even text you
You stay in my mind, like all of the time
But I cant bring myself to text you
You say that you're open to talk, but I'm not that
is real
9. Look bitch I'm a born king
10. Dead fresh out of quarantine
11. Blue tips by the drawstring
Blue strips what the Lord brings
1. Big
This how it is, now this can't be
Months and months later, you say you miss me
Stabbed in the back by my own homie
Forced to attack just cause you make
that cell like everyday
I treat a ho just like she prop it
Piss on new shit everyday
Bring your ass around the gang
Then we gon' turn you to a stowa
a shovel by her feet
I know it's infatuation, you fell in love with the high. I'm trying to be the one that saves you and brings you down from the sky
But I
a message through
If my head is right I can do it tonight
Bring her spirit into view
They call me the specialist
And I'm ready to do business with you
Because you know, they don't ring by themselves (they don't?)
No, silly boy
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
Lives the mysterious bell
[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and sodomy
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills
I'll make your
bring a Dominican through
Yeah, can't forget my Trini
She a pretty girl, half fat, half skinny
Her temper like a pepper sauce, girl, pour me plenty
like you be bored
I sent a text yo am at work
You hit me up to come and put in work
Then I tell her that I'll be back in the morning
And then I pull up
worked so far she fears
And she isn't the only
Mary go round
Certain things when left unsaid
Rattle around inside your head
Bring you back to the things
your plans
All the futile attempts
They could never stand a
Chance and I commence
Bring this lyrical deliverance so even think
Another challenge is
Stabs in the back no shacks in the trap (No more no more)
Smash and grabs our mothers getting jacked (No more no more)
Young nigga selling that crack for
brother can't get to the hand ting told him bring the broom
But I ain't rapping 'bout no dip dips and four doors
Just touched up on four raw and now I got
My new girl's not a keeper (Nah)
F moves, might use her as a striker (I might)
She's way too fast and hyper (Very fast)
She can tell that I really
Sometimes I need in the night
There's a path there
I'm unknowing
What is back there on the other side
All I can do is the same
That's the price
Old boy Goose bought a new pontoon
Roll out now, hit the lake by noon
You bring the drinks and I'll crank the tunes
Get some hot sun
Jeep full
get some bitches for the table
I was like "Ok I'll bring back two."
And I've been putting days in
And they got me in the Days Inn
And the shit
My vision is affected by my seizing brain (?)
Too picturesque an image to control this head (?)
My intimate discriminating fears you guessed
My
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