Lyrics:
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
meet me in the country
In the summertime in England
Would you meet me?
In the Church of St. John
Down by Avalon
Holy Magnet
Give you attraction
don't give a fuck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
I'm like oh
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
or shadow of turning
Praise be His holy name
Apostle James stated in this Passage with a caution to us Not to be deceived
And then the immediate Sentence that
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
steady
As long as I make your heart skip a beat
You know like Eddie
Cane switch
I been down with some niggas since Ed and Eddie
We ain't stop until we look
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
in love wit' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
wanted to be an artist not a scholar
Then when studying abroad
I took a flight across the pond to the land of James Bond
And spent like forty thousand
to get me glory glory hallelujah
I got the Holy Spirit with me
Hallelujah praise the lord
I got that King James whoa that's a big sword
My blessings real
I been on it for a while now
I been on it every night and day
I been on it for a while now
I been hangin' with my boys Paul Luke and James
I been
like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James
The head turner like Slim Thug Chain
I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
the hair tied
Bag her, meet her by the airline
Yeah fly as fuck, we the highest up
Way far, need to wisen up
Great bars start a riot up
Yo these fake stars
keepers do
It for our Lord a life of holy servitude
Is women's just reward
Have faith in all our promises
Surrender yourselves to me
And when you get
[Chorus: Lucas]
High
Bet you wear me like a chain
Watch em roll up roll on
By
Bet you got me on ya frame
But I got you on the side
Holy water in my
call you
I make it simple and plain
The Lord reigns
Be like a LeBron opponent go study the King James
And get saved by Jesus
Not even the J
up in me cock it back
And then I squeeze bang
This ain't basic training brother
I'm the brother undercover
Eddie Griffin niggas snifflin
Wipin'
forgotten
Killed by greedy showbiz tarts
Knock knock knocking on heavens door
(Hank, James, Buddy, Eddie)
Knock knock knocking on heavens door
(Jim, Gene,
home oh from the party
And the good folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a big donation
Send some old jive preacher to the holy land
Lord honey,
Movin like a sex machine
And as Sky & The Family Stone told
Funk are different strokes for different folks
That's it
Get down!
By the way we must to pay
In the land of crooks
Couldn't beat the band of books
Demands from the rooks
When you the mother fuckin king
Give 'em dirty looks
Lebron James
With
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