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she hiccup Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood Told me in my dreams that these niggas is
preaching like T.D. Jakes When they find a hemorrhage in that T.D. Bank If I knew that you were a snake I would have stayed, so far away If I knew that you
we're having, just watch, it'll blow your mind T.D. asking , do i wan kill em , bullets , ripping out his spine And you could think about putting
preaching like T.D. Jakes When they find a hemorrhage in that T.D. Bank If I knew that you were a snake I would have stayed, so far away If I knew that you
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
A, I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave Can't y'all see that he's fake, the rap version of T.D. Jakes Prophesizin' on your CD's and tapes Won't
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
get used to it, I could get This love's alive, it clicks the way that T.D. Jakes described it Vibrant thing the way that Tip from Tribe would sing
sweatin' like T.D. Jakes I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your Momma Now that's drama Uh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper,
congregate like I'm T.D. Jakes Bitches fuck with me they know that I'm straight And the plug give me cakes on strength of my face Count to save a ho go put
Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins I
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
people, we are the future [Chorus: x2] Harriet Tubman, Shirley Caesar Miss Jane Pittman, Juanita Bynum Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes Madam C.J.
And make a profit while I do it like I’m T.D. Jakes (T.D. Jakes) [Chorus/Outro] Got everybody looking at us like we selling dope, I told you that they
But shit knowing me, I'ma throw a T.D. I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex shaking I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the faking I might be rapping,
women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yeah! c'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes
the nigga skate (yeah) Head above the water, had to find my way (yeah) Bumpin' Pastor Troy "Vica Versa" like it's T.D. Jakes Same niggas in your face
The way you you talking 'bout Reggie Pull up on yo ass, wedgie I got the glow, down in my belly I been eating baguetti (ooh) I do a titty on TV I'm T.D.
to hear You're faker than that color in your weave, that is clear You're quick to quote Joyce Meyer and T.D. Jakes Singing devil's gospel, I see you
got me feeling all the bass Ima pass her to my brother, we gone score a T.D. Jakes Bitch I'm rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin, roller skates I done
enjoying our PDA (Hey!) Pocket fat be like T.D. Jakes This niggas they know it’s a piece of cake (Okay) Men they all my bitches don’t be deceived nigga I’m
Gotta get it, gotta get it, like I'm Uncle Sam! Whoa! I need that money pronto Run it back T.D. Bronco Bad bitch half Black-N-Blanco Tryna find her way
preaching like I was T.D. Jakes Growing up, I ain't listen to what the TV say I know a woman is strong enough to keep the beast away You know I'm splurging,
on Castle Gate I'm next to Creflo with the collection plate He held me down cause I'm on section 8 My pockets fat they on them T.D. Jakes We got them fila two
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