Lyrics:
Dollar, TD Jakes
Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha
Wooo! Feels good
Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton
'Cause my mama'll kill me, ha ha
you feel)
(See, just because I preach and teach)
(Don't mean I don't get scared sometimes)
Yea, whatever, but you T.D. Jakes (Well, then I don't make
ain’t understand swiezo back with a vengeance
Seen the rare lord they started asking for forgiveness o my god
That’s repentance Tbh they tried to lil bro
is it hard to find time and the things for the lord are boring and feel like a Chore
That’s when I get on my knees and I ask God for passion to pray,
Thank you lord for helping me to sustain
Thank you saints for helping me to return
From where i came
When i was on my way to a point of no return
God god
T.D. jakes
Help me learn from mistakes
I got blessings on blessings on blessings on my plate
God told me who i am tell the devil who he ain't
I wanna
Big Ben tossin' dem TDs
(Aye)
Franklins hit in my Td bank
(Yup)
Screamin' hallelujah like Td Jakes
(Woop)
So damn high cant TD of the plane
(Hah)
about six foot deep
Pray the Lord my soul to take
I don't want flowers and nobody's gonna weep
Here lies that outlaw, Shaky Jake
Oh Shaky Jake, boy,
of God
Pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death, amen
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee
Blessed art thou among women
had time to think, I ain't had time to breathe
I've been prayin' to the Lord, I've been talkin' on my knees
I been thinkin' 'bout my pops, I been
Whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah, he say, she say
Oh my God, shut the fuck up... ho
Everytime you come around, you be hollering that
Whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah,
the hearse on the road
I like dead flowers, I'ma send your mama a rose
Call T.D. Jakes, I need him pray for my soul
I told God, "Hold up," 'cause I got
I'd be out my mind
Blessed by the best n the boy gone shine God been good no capp can't lie
Gotta Give God praise just one mo time
Do it fa da Lord
I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
a bungee
Pray to the Lord I end up on the side where it's sunny, uh
My only option is to make it, I come from the dungeon
Fuck the police, man they
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
reconciled you by christ's physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation
My god, my creator, lord
killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my 40
Long live Ronnie B, long live TD
The streets so dirty
I
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
run up the pace
Teaching and preaching like my name TD Jakes over there leaking sitting like a Lake
Number one nigga number one stunna
Sw3rvbdatruth
I'ma super fool
I got people that need me so I can't do the fool
Streets better be thankful for my conscious
God keep me wrapped up like a mummy
Lord
as I can, it's just who I am
One God, one Jake, one job, be great
Open up, my brain, nothing there, ok
My thoughts left, their space, took off like,
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