Lyrics:
for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will
find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin'
merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty, we hope
hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year
Soal, a soal,
around your table grow
The cattle in your stable the dog by your front door
And all that dwells within your gate
We wish you ten times more
Soal a soal
The works of flesh are dead
And dead faith isn't any better
I'm saved by grace
But each choice is mine to choose
Co-laboring with Jesus, like Paul
Is nothing
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will
What it do? Ooh
Tobe, what it do baby? (On God)
Tobe Bryant (I got the juice)
Me, I'm Paul Wall Frazier (on God, I got the juice)
Nell, what it
Hey, we coming like Paul Revere
Make a splash off the pier when the reapers near
Hey, we coming like Paul Revere
Make a splash off the pier when
Pulled over by them officers
Never talking, nor tattle telling
You can go head and call my lawyer officer
Belt weigh more than a newborn, ha
Cutting
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
don't mind
I don't mind if you give me more
Oh girl I don't mind
Hope you find what you're looking for
All out of love I don't mind if you give me more
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do
12: 15 down to 21
You've really gotta go and check it out
Paul said if Christ ain't resurrected we've wasted our lives
Well that implies that our life's
robbing from Peter so I can pay Paul
You don't know the half of it all the times I tried
All the hopes and trusts and dreams was all a big fat lie
So I
robbing from Peter so I can pay Paul
You don't know the half of it
All the times I tried
All the hopes and trust and dreams was all a big fat lie
So I sit
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
like the skipper,
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot
Came to, motivate us to the length
Effort of strength makes you grow inch by inch
Takin' no mediums or small at all
We gotta walk not crawl
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