Lyrics:
for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
never break me.
Bridge: The lord is amazing. He gives us ours blessing.
Removing all pain see with power outstanding.
He loves us forever. With him, life
whoooa
Is my world whoooa
Is my world whoooa
Is my world whoooa
I don't worry bout paper I past up
I focus on money my hands touch
If that right there
whoooa
Is my world whoooa
Is my world whoooa
Is my world whoooa
I don't worry bout paper I past up
I focus on money my hands touch
If that right there
to rejoice, no need to mope
Jesus love what cleans us, lifts us, gives us
The ability to get up and live up the gospel of Christ
Spit in the fire, we'll be
right to a lefty
Gown on my Nina
Got them standing right next to us
Spraying it with both hands
Bitch I'm ambidextrous
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
you are so perfect
Without you by my side oh girl I feel so worthless
You've got my heart in your hands like a surgeon
I keep it clean like detergent
You want more
Keep asking me
You want me to do more
Ima let you know the rules first like a iPhone
Licking on your stretch marks lets fuck with
move on
I've got so much to say since you tore us apart
This is my side of the story straight from my aching heart
But since you know the end
Let's go
it's us two
Fighting all night, but it'll be alright, so
I just wanna fight, but right, right by your side Yeah
Hand me the blunt and I spaz out
Hop in
jump in the back no taxi
God by my side so no one gonna at me
God on my side so I know he’s gonna back me
Come all smart for church no tracky
Got
started by gunmen
Beatin' me, but I'm sworn a mark of secrecy
(I feel you soon), they will never weaken me
For the struggle, til my fate reaches me
Standard Time
(Yeah, where?)
You can find us at the Utah pools
And at your grandma's funeral potatoes, or on Mutual
The dating app most spiritual
face ghislaine(gisleen)
Maxwells not just coffee
Courts becoming sloppy
They sealed the file
On the trial
Now they need dial
To wash their hands clean
All our thoughts of doubt and fear are leaving one by one
The more we live, the more we learn, the more we know.
For each of us the road is clear
weight that's gotta be gym
Can't fall in love with a - that's grim
Cut through clean and classy that's him
Yeah that's me, gotta win
Check Mark and Leo
hands, and
Instead they give a hand held
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
One thing that can't be debated
Power never changed
forgot
Wash hands clean by the word of...
Selfishness exist in your tattered soul
As you pray for some self control
Take sacrament, Give you to liberty
when
Others co-sign us
We bringing that paper home
Start thinking that we are grown
Kinda like
We do not think on our own
Bunch of puppets
Controlled by
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
don't give a fck and quite frankly they ain't hearing us
We not talking 3000, 6000 this a 100 million
We talking innocent lives
Fck the pavilions
Father
hand
I got a platinum car
I got a platinum chain
I got a platinum chick
And she give me platinum brain
I ain't gonna bullshit ya ladies
This
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