Lyrics:
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Luther King was Obama
Lately, I feel they've been preeing my vibe
That's why I keep it in drive
Pull up, skrrr, jump out the ride (big 45)
Shit, that was
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
fate
When they descend on holy wings
And we live and die under skies of stone
The ruins on to the king's new home
To redeem us all and restore our lives
So (High), Up in the..(Sky)
It ain't no comin' down or mention
And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice
on the bench
My dreams and my goals, my heart will fulfill
I put all my trust to God and live by His will
I can do all things, my Lord gives me strength
I now am
king commandeering this crown
What up
Cuz I'm the dragon spittin fire with the way that I be burning shit down
And you can't do nun Bess get out the way
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I slowly board the jet, it was a sixteen passenger, whoa
I can King Tut tat you up
She a very freaky
sweet from the
Thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling
Sheet smusher
Sweet
I used to lay awake and dream
Like better things
Ain't quiet as far away as they seems
Just my ambition as a king
Yea
I know the struggle ain't
An offering that costs us everything
We offer up to You our Holy King
May our lives on fire like incense ascending
Bring glory bring You pleasure
must I point you in the right direction
You need protection when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
You're a king, I'm
must I point you in the right direction
You need protection when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe
You're a king, I'm
ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
Look at my new digs
The rooftop
a king that ain't never fall
Falling me chasing waterfalls
Adlibs
That's right
You're the reason that
Yeah you got me
You got me
My Bible was written by
T
That’s a pity
Fool I’m floofy
On the A team
But got road rage like goofy
And a mane like a lion
Life didn’t go so great For the tiger king
So I’m not
be the realist
Muthaf***a that you’ve ever seen
Live the dream I’ve always been dreamin’
Villas on the weekend
Vino and sex on the beaches
I’ve been
mean
Who cares about your petty degree
Cuz you better know me
I'm a beast rolling in my Corvette right down on Sunset (That Street)
We going live in my
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
woman, ook woman, jook woman
Then fly from room door and foot woman
Fire pon puckuman plus man weh nyam woman
Weh him do man? You ever yet cook woman
out
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out
Word up, just be about what you about dog
Know what I'm saying, just play at your
Yeah
You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til
and Murder
Sex, Drugs and Murder
Roxbury Rottweiler
Graffiti Wild Styler
plentiful
the general invading your empire
The jungle was ruled by lions
The cross
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