Lyrics:
Since we on tha subject of the bible
What if the writers were inspired by gods rival
I mean he did talk to us B4
When he got eve to explore
Tha reason for
And the packs by the case I been acting this way
Get the bag And th3 bank Get the cash And the cake Then I'm dashing away
With the gas in the tank yank
Wanna
through Sunday
Blood of the Lamb through the runway
Saved by grace not myself
AHAYAH knows we need help
Don't get caught up in wealth
The word of God can
still their tokens
Leverage up ya game credit
We could play the same ethics
By any means
We gone need to get corrected
Yeah Somebody had to say it
I
do
I wanna be roastin' by the fire
Sugar cookies get me higher
Dance 'cause Santa's comin' soon
Let's have a Christmas party
Invite everybody
Let's
School started prepare to get saved by the bell
I heard he a cheater I'm wishing you well
I'm getting money I ain't talking Zelle
Yesterday you took
gotta go get it
I gotta go get it
I gotta get up and I gotta go get it nigga
I gotta get it
Fuck a penny wise
Nigga yetti wise
Got em by suprize
Fuck lie
the panties is laces
But first we pop the cranberry bub by the cases
Homie just face it she love ta taste it
She wanna get me wasted it
Just ta give me a face
seems
Told my niggas I'ma get this shit by any means
I fully understand why these niggas hate me now
Cause I keep my friends closer than my enemies
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
begging to be fucked
I plead that I get drowned, that's my idea of
Getting my head wet, I do bath in toxins and
I wipe 'em off with Poison Ivy, yup!
worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin,
a movie by that ni**a Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet you like the hot tub (Whoa)
Clean up Aisle 7, damn somebody gettin' mopped up
cynical
Just keep your feet on the pedals elliptical
Nah he ain't leaving, condition ain't critical
If you get caught by the boys keep it minimal
One in
Yeah, yeah hoodrich Pablo, man
Money, plugs, and guns that boy Cassius
Let me see it, ooh
Every day I wake up, I get dead fresh
Every day I wake up
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
shoppin', new shoes (well)
I put her in them Christian Loubs (yes, Loubs)
I get it wet, she don't need no lube (no lube)
I'm a gangster, so I tell her
Bro, yea, keep talking, you, gon get rolled up, gon get rolled, get rolled up
Fuck bitch, knowing that we do slat, with gang
Smearing blood all
is
Right here in the moment that we're in
Love happens when we get this close
Whatever you do don't let go
I want to be there
When you dance
offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil' tour (oh)
When we hit that floor, all
never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that niggas
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