Lyrics:
me
I used to wait in my room for a single sign from you
Said, "I hate you" 'cause I knew that you would never love me too
got one more chance
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
Indian passport
She wanna know ma passcode
Possessed by sex demon
I think she needs a paster
Always on her instagram like she famous
But I won’t ever wife
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
Everyday's a gamble take a chance and roll the dice
Everyday you gotta grind and move on with ya life
I got bags yea for real I got shooters shoot to kill
I
could be yours tomorrow
Remember the tables can turn
You can't judge a book, a book by its cover
And that's a lesson we all can learn
One more day
be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don't hold back, Imma say you what I want like
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
WELL I CALLED FERGIE'S CELL BUT KNOW WHAT
EVERYTIME IT RINGS WILL.I.AM BE PICKING UP
I COULDNT BELIEVE I SCOOPED EVE I THOUGHT SHE'D SAY NO
SHE WAS
by my side it won't be worth this
Burden on my chest that just won't go away
But I can take it on if you'll be here to stay
I've given you one more
on William Rhodes
'Cause at the sound of the bell, my circle square controls
And all MC's best sweat, we bringin' buckets of heat
So don't fret, kid, I
I'm royalty I feel like William
Niggas hood hoppers they change colors like chameleons
My Bitch is mixed yea she look Mexican but ass Brazilian
Come
I'M GONNA SING
Writer Hank Williams
CHORUS
When I get to Glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my
the curtain by myself, take a look, ayy
I'm a bar spitta, I'm a hard hitta
Yeah I'm light skinned, but I'm still a dark nigga
I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Frederico Stefano Mpyo, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
Woo
Yea
Dèja
Dèja
He said I
[T.I.]
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams (T.I.)]
(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
To earth than she was won't
And makes men mad
- From Othello, by William Shakespeare
We are born at a given moment
At a given place and like vintage
Years
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
.jpg/300px-One_More_Girl_2014_(2).jpg "One More Girl")
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