Lyrics:
in the valley of the shadow of death
Goodnight, goodnight
And his rod and his staff shall comfort me
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John, the wine he saw
front and we'll fly away
You can change your name
You can find a new walk
You can change your lock, it's all the same
You don't have to give out
If
and Rod Brasfield and lazy Jim Day
Turn on all your radios I know that you will wait
Hear Little Jimmy Dickens sing 'Take an old cold tater and wait'
that rod like it's M1
Talkin' hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for
City to Vegas, fly us 2 bust it babies
I stay on da tragic, get pretty pussy from Haiti
Craps tables invaded, great, walk with ya lady
Block paper, I
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
figure in fashion many are
Put off by his front-row ubiquity and
Often surly behavior West clearly
Relishes his role
As a cultural lightning rod where
cant fight it if the shit real... she Match my fly gotem hating we a big Deal
Real women over bad bitches
I struck gold got both so I brag Different
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Hook:
kan du plis gi meg mer
Vet at hjernen min er stekt
Siste fly det går sent
men jeg møter opp for det
ikke lyv ha respekt
du kasta meg til
cappin ain't no fraud unless that card on me
I be moving thru the city with the rod I ain't duckin
I don't know somebody hoe
Come get ya broad I done
and get more streams, Torrent
I've been fly for way too long so at this point man I keep soaring
I'm back on my grind
Chains on my neck, they shining, might
at ease
You will forget all your fears
Baby let me take the lead yes
Let me take the lead
We can fly out overseas
This is no one else's biz
Without you I
va spente i togsalongen
De ville ha en sang om sommer
Så fikk de en om tog som kanskje kommer
Vi tar Vy, ikkje fly
de er kry, trosser sny
Snøfokken
could fly
Wake up and smile
Caught think about the millions
@ 2 inna morning I gotta get high
They let my brudda come thru like a Cutter
So fuck it guess
following me
Tell me what Do you see?
Just a young fly nigga shot caller a p?
sloppy head from a bad bitch taller than me
can't stay long money on my
got that fie on me
Couple shooters over there in the cut
And they got they eye on me
Don't fuck around and get hit
Wit the shit like a fly on me
You
I be so high
I touch the sky
I don't een walk in this bih, I just fly
I don't een talk in this bih, I just vibe
Don't need a clock in this bih for
almighty God (oh no)
I don't need a shank no more (on god)
Got me a lightening rod (oh no)
Posted on the block everyday
Go against me we gon let waps spray
on the wall
The king shall not fall
Bitch I'm the fairest of all
Shit
Bodies crash then bodies rise
Crows pick apart filthy eyes
Maggots just give way to flies
så får meg te å smila, ingen Glasgow
Hu sa hu like rød, så hu vil se meg blø
E på for mye nå, det føles som eg dør
Eg e ei stjerna, kan du ikkje se min
you get in my way
(TCB if you get in my way)
Pull up in the Chevy blunt straight to the brain
Fresh white shirt with the shoes no stains
I'll be fly
eating
Said I'm fly as a bird, well just call me the crow, cuz it's all black and you can see it
Or just call me a hawk, way I slide to her crib, grind
like giant sweet potato pies
Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies
Killing all the tips from studio spies
Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye
Don't
Cadillac or motorbike
She wasn't proud or choosy
All she
Was aiming to be
Was a pinked-up
Minked-up,
Fly-by-night floozy
When old Rogers
Gave her
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