Lyrics:
rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting
for the gems
Till I found it in me
Somebody need to
Send a check
Album already done now
I'm just tryna
See what's next
If you smart you know
I read
landed in my possession at the correct time
Funny how life works
You've become the muse for this project I have created called William IV
If you
very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower
reach my peak
Nigga talking shit then he get handled by my team
Put him in bag and get back right to the cash
We don't care about your xannie's boy we
Being here in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you
away
You told me of your feelings in a message
That you sent when I was 5000 miles away
I guess you were encouraged by the distance
But you never had
club night, I'm gettin my rub right
Don't you hate when cats spoil it by havin a club fight?
But that's alright, one cat don't stop no show
Bouncers, do
believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
Boy
Back in the day I had a lot of pay
But then I got saved
Took a pay cut by the way I'm
fit lose the fight
Jehovah don bless me
I no fit carry last
(You say)
I no fit
Carry last
I no fit
Carry last
I no fit
Lose the fight
Jehovah
nutrients
All we need is a little sunshine
You know, some exposure
You don't need to keep your kids
We we don't need to keep our
Kids closed in and indoors
We
COAL OWNER AND PITMAN'S WIFE
by William Hornsby
A dialog I'll tell you as true as my life
Between a coal owner and a poor pitman's wife
As she was
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
Getting followed by the paparazzi
Camouflage, yeah, I'm in brown and khaki
With my hood ting in all-white like a Nazi
Could be Jacquemus, could be
fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
(Are you a role model?)
Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggas with
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
all night long
Wondering, what could be wrong
You say you love me, then you say you don't
You say you will i know you won't
Slipping through the cracks
never swam in schools
Eye to hand coordination is on
Never lose my cool
If you got beat down you didn't sue
That's the era that I'm from
It was double
(grace now)
You never flake in the cold winter
I just came to ball with the gold winners
Fast forward, turn to a road runner
Spirit caught me, He a go
more cities burn ?
Holy land will fall if we don't stand our ground
Jerusalem for evermore in darkness be adorned.
man
Yeah, I want my boots to be the kind that you would wanna grow into
My world changed by God's grace the day you were born
That's why daddy don
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New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
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