Lyrics:
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
water
But we know it's just a lie
Scare your son, scare your daughter
People say that your dreams are the only things that save ya
Come on, baby, in
oh
Hello, good morning, everyone
(Good morning, yeah)
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
It's about to be a joyous one
It's Christmas Day, yeah
you'll be killed
By the man from seven years
A man is coming in thirteen were
To charm the daughters and the sons
Scared for our lives I turn to your
the top's up
Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
Your boy's what? Three-years-old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck-and-neck, they
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You're my daughter and my son
own
Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
Called you my wife, even if it was common law
Never saw a better creature in my
to ten
How she got lots of different horses
By lots of different men
And I say
Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high
But in the hole
need your gold to feed him
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong
I married you to a great lord's son
Find a new man for when I'm dead and gone
to pass
Let all your sons, and your daughters
Of the golden calf
Lay down your burden of sorrow
Lay down your burden of hurt
Lay it all down, for
Walking this path I swear to God right there was very scary
Had to trust in you, and a son that came from Virgin Mary
If I could... Turn the hands of time
If I had a daughter I'd tell her
If I had a son I'd tell em
The fight of your life is over one thing only and that's how you see yourself young fella
open your heart?
Will you give me your hand?
Can you look in my eyes?
Will you see who I am?
The blood of your sons and
The blood of your daughters
down
Open the sky door, take my sword
And save all the mothers and daughters (he's been shining)
Who didn't have time (forever your son)
Take my
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
well
Like your daughter
Treat me well
Like own son
Treat me well
Like your mother
Treat me well
Like your father
Treat me well
Like your daughter
Treat
spent time in the Middle Eastern war
Wanted to be a Navy Seal, but died protecting his girlfriend from horror
His daughter and his son were probably too
And please save all our sons and daughters
What we fighting for?
'Cause these ain't water guns
Water guns, no more
So take my hand in your hand
and a simple song
You're a rich man's daughter, look at what you've done
You went and fell in love with a poor man's son
Baby you were born in splendor
and a simple song
you're a rich man's daughter, look at what you've done
You went and fell in love with a poor man's son
Baby you were born in splendor
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