Lyrics:
girls are really great
Salt Lake City hey dig that Tabernacle choir
Salt Lake City yea they be
Bound to take you higher
There just ain't no two ways
singing Dean's Song
They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
Sam, it's plain to see that you're put out with me
Well, I'm just not singing along
singing Dean's Song
They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
Sam, it's plain to see that you're put out with me
Well, I'm just not singing along
Joseph Smith, American Moses!
Praise be to Joseph! American prophet man
Ay! My name is Joseph Smith, and I'm going to fuck this baby!
What?!
No no
ain't dead cause he on the throne
Church, preach, tabernacle baby this anointing goin' crazy
I'm so glad he saved me
This the confirmation
Big shout
sir"
Then she serves me coffee, tea, or seltzer
And each night when I retire, the Mormon Tabernacle choir sings
"Blumberg, bye bye"
I was in
and
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and
The Robert Shaw Chorale
When the chorus sings behind you,
All they do is hum (hum)
Every hum is like an angel,
Then
the baby mom's
It's safe to say I got a lot goin' on
So I ain't got the time, hey
You preachin' to the choir baby
You singin' to the choir baby
Good things
the whole team gettin' real high
That's Team Green baby, you know just what we need
Crack a fatty Hamm's 'n' smoke some purple ass weed
Italian made, you know
baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
Girl I want you
a poor boy to do
It's such a pity
What's a poor boy to do
You look strange, that's what I like
You look strange like me
Fit to be tied, a little
you leaving with me,
Baby girl what you trying to do
She said that she don't wanna be alone
I think that's she's about to take me home
Next time
What's a poor boy to do
It's such a pity
What's a poor boy to do
You look strange, that's what I like
You look strange like me
Fit to be tied,
What's a poor boy to do
It's such a pity
What's a poor boy to do
You look strange, that's what I like
You look strange like me
Fit to be tied,
shit, movin' through Watts
To my L.A. Confidential brothers, movin' on cops
But what you're goin' through and everybody phone don't work
'Cause in war
Or that’s yo ass homie
I said, it’s the lone sinner at the tabernacle
My Mormon bitch, she hide my bricks, she stash my packs in chapels
(Thank you, baby
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
man is goin' insane, insane
It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight)
(Look out, baby girl, word up)
What brings rain, hail, snow,
man is goin' insane, insane
It's rainin' (past sunlight, more gunfight)
(Look out, baby girl, word up)
What brings rain, hail, snow,
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those
are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin', pretty baby, but the nails ain't goin' down
You got something to say, speak or hold
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