Lyrics:
was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back
adore
I'm waitin' in the depot by the railroad track
Lookin' for the choo-choo train that brings him back
I'm waitin' for my life to begin
Waitin'
and back
Winter will make me go from my
Home to college and back
Why? Ain't tryna be out in the cold like that
Boujee still, when this city grow like that?
for me on the eastside tomorrow}
Three and a half for an hour and a half
Saint Paul and back's only ten dollars gas
Yeah I can handle, give me all
white backs
They'll never understand so I'll recite that
Bring your little friends look back and they gone now
When it strikes ten better get home
ain’t talkin bout a track
A hundred rounds in the drac bring him to his knees leave him laying on his back
I’ll put your bitch on her back
I put that
a perc
Vil is so cold he came out the freezer
Now sit back and listen because I am the teacher
They say I was trash now they want my feature
I'm taxin so
of different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can't clip my wings
Bats
Bats
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
screamin Shelton, he {"Bring the noise!"}
{I'M NOT HIM} Nope, I'm the Bandit
That Green Eyed cat, boy from way back
Who set trends, the youngest nigga in rap
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
track till your mind sees back to back
All the things that happened to a silent Lamb
All in chains they trapped Him like a violent man
Like He forwarded
Mention one of my niggas again
And you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga
Dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to
Bring them things back
to bring me right back
I wanna go down to the river
Hands up when I praise cause I know You deliver
I don’t know why you love me God, I’m a sinner
But still
submerged, by the pool of forever
(Yea, uh)
(Uh, Yea, Whoa, Yea)
Shawdy got backbone, uh
Bring that ass back home, yea
Turn around - back up
Ion need - back up
Father Andy returns
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus Christ
Amen
Take me back when I was still young
Blessed by youth blessed by you
Did not
bring my ass home
Quit thuggin' with my shottas
But momma these my partners right or wrong
They know I got 'em
I can go no way without my shotty
I know
out my brother Simon
Our discernment in alignment
We about to bring the church to the field
Holy linemen
Devil had us in confinement
Ain't have Freedom.
that's cool you bring that shit?
Yeah I got it.
Aright see that guard over there?
Mm-hm.
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know wassup.
that's cool you bring that shit?
Yeah I got it.
Aright see that guard over there?
Mm-hm.
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know wassup.
, this is Dow Jones
80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll
and planes
I'ts gonna take more than just me
Cuz I'm gonna need a lot
Of ships and planes
(Back to me)
To bring you home home home (x4)
Love that feeling
down to you
Please keep me
Safe in your arms
Until I find my way
Back home
And I pray for him
Not to make the same mistakes
Please keep the light
Of your
smile again
Bring back the man who stole your heart
'Fore the demons got to him
If I stay here any longer
Something sacred's gonna die
He said mom I
the max stats
Always stay with green on my back like I'm Bulbasaur
Can't rock the show if I can't bring the gun indoor
Lil Durk, money you would think you
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