Lyrics:
the jail house holds us
Much love for my niggas that's been locked for a long crime
G la ma B.C. been locked for a long time
Ganksta NIP a brother that's
time to chasе 'em
Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (It is)
You can smell the Goyard leather on me (Nice)
In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni
ass dog by the screen door
Your girl walking 'round my house
Wearing nothing but my watch and my mink coat, yeah
Now everybody throw a five, throw
to prepare a place for you this day.
In My Fathers house there are so many rooms.
Being prepared for His bride by a loving groom.
This pain will soon be
he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up
(Verse 1)
I hit a lick and then it hit me back, like where it's at
Glass house but the curtains black, I fade to that
Sweats on with the timbs
House of guns
Father I thank you for my father now that I’m a father
Cause I'm a teach Titus Jon everything thing he taught us
I ain’t listen hardly. Now
nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
In a battle verses come, it's automatic
Livin' in a palace, my Father's House a mansion
Life change like what happened, I never imagined
Oh Lord, my
Of when she was a child.
Raised warmly by a man she didn't know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him yesterday
There were so many
So much hate in the choices I've made
Can't see strait through all of this pain
By the end of I have to feel drained
My life is like a walk in
as you want!
It's just that...
my farts can be quite loud.
That's no problem, my child.
Let it out! Ha ha ha ha.
Well then,
father, mother,
please
to be
It'll never happen like, you eatin pork with me
Amateurs hawkin me, DON'T EVEN talk to me
My house is in Atlanta but I still got New York in me
Uh! Backwards!
c'mon! c'mon! c'mon! (c'mon!)
Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
dancin' like a thot (Iyoh)
Uber models through white house, I am really him
Hirayamas over white girls, my opinion
Billiato movin' out the shelf, shit is
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', all kinds
Of groovy
Point out any rapper who can match my fuckin' catalogue
They can't see me I don't leave the house without my balaclava
When I beat it up, I beat it up you
realized by unity
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day
live in this land For You hear the cry of Your people
Come build my house on the rock of Your love That I may get closer to You
Yes, I thank You, Father
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
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