Lyrics:
the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes
When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues
There ain't no slap dab
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes
When God-Fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes
When God-Fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no
Well, my mama used to tell me
A good woman's hard to find
Get a God-fearin', down-home girl that'll stay right by your side
But mama's boy's grown
my name when I name drop, son
Who's the god in this pantheon?
Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan
Get up trick
Put your head
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death
Then again nigga,
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes
[Chorus:]
When God-fearin' women get the blues
There
of a moment in time where
Women who are fighting for their lives to get
Justice and be treated fairly & you
Just looked at it as an opportunity to
Get ahead
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes
[Chorus]
When God-fearin' women get the blues
There
of the inspiration
Livin' on a cloud, fearin' that I'll never make it
Workin' for the opportunity
I'm gonna take it
Even when I'm at the bottom, gonna fake it
Puttin'
waitin'
On that county check/ I'm a young bull but I ain't fearin' shit/ so I get my hustle on/ gotta see a
Grip/ or I'm not coming home sure not empty
got a AK on me like a Russian
Wet a nigga up like a cup of Tussin, mag full of trash we gon' get to dumping
The lil' bitch froze when I pull the watch
So many women
So many benefits that come with spendin'
On God
I'm with my niggas, so many hittas, 'cause niggas be trippin'
On God
So many women
So
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
color me bad blue faces
Get that new money
And it’s breaking me down to the top
I love god, I love speed, I love drank
I love me i love oceans in
No tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell'em lock up them high heel shoes
[Chorus]
When God-fearin
thug livin
The way that you drug dealin
You say that you God fearin
I know that you love women
Comin through the hood like you rougher than rough
But in
tell you got no
Confidence that is needed (Wooh uh)
I’ll never say I’m fearin' ya when I
Put a divine fear in ya
You’ll always be my inferior
You fit
to put your purpose on a pedestal
It's a safari to those waking up as credible
People get Haughty when they feelin on yo level tho
Always gotta let em know
rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women don't understand
Cause they don't realize
the women, they're your victims but paint them as the villains
When they stand up to you
Decide who gets more rights, but then talk about an equal life
You
Divine Mother my Divine Mother
When I was with my Guru
And he pointed to the women in the room
And said who are they
And I said they're your devotees
He
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