Lyrics:
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
VERSE
Hands mean't to praise Jesus (Praise)
My feet to praise Jesus (Praise)
Don't know about you yup
But i'ma praise Jesus (Hallelujah)
If you
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
That you step and do your dance routine
It ain't a dream my man,
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
swear they helped you
Put in the work, I promise God gon' bless you
Every day, this what I tell my nephew
I lay low 'cause I can't relate
I'm good
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
peace
Then he put his hands in my pants, felt them thick lips, and got wood
He said, "Kylie wuss good?" I said, "Miley wuss good?"
I said, "Could you
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
Not too much
I know she wanna fuck
Baby we can do that but just keep it on the hush
Don't take yo clothes off cuz you know I’m in a rush
I just
ear and grab you by the hand
Keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
My heart's a stereo that only plays for you, yeah
My heart's
a yearly wage (woii, woii)
That's a bag a bar with nine to spare, my brudda
You can keep the change (woii)
No cap made a million racks in the maddest
to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her
to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
off
Rain
I feel it on my head
My hands
You can feel it on your hands
My blankey
Time cemented
Drops suspended slow
Shine through the pine
Pop a splendid
the drink and the ball too
Girl, I love the people tryna keep me off my vibe too
I ain't got a tattoo, but I wish I got two
Smuggle money out of a van, what
gotta keep the best from every lad around here
just let me take my time to go but
it's alright I'm making it slow
Through the hand of the night
this
crying in my arms girl why you looking at me sideways
Sometimes I try to cut you off but yet you still by me
Sometimes you try to cut me off but yet you
friends went off to college
Picked him up from parties when he was off the wagon
Did everything I could to keep my man from chasing dragons
We were family
less
Than all the rhymes that will pass the test
Because I'm cool as ice, I'm twice as nice
I never had an off-day in my life
You see, I take all
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
the man
Niggas snakes, gotta watch every nigga that stand
I ain't eating off these niggas
Cause I'm biting niggas hands
Told the bitch how you want to do it
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just Keep it
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