Lyrics:
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
My niggas
Seven moons for seven seas
Won't let them get the better of me
They'll pass me by
Don't pass me by
My seven fears all fear of me
They'll
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
2023
2023 ain't no back pedaling
Tell my guys kick they feet up
Tell em all settle in
Tryna touch a huddy way more then seven M's
Need my payments in
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
into the swing and best friend ain't even see it
Vision dimming by the second I swear that seen that beacon
Was happening too fast couldn't tell you what
son
Dre told me he ain't doin Detox, this his only run
Mase comin back, and Hov, he done
I'm surrounded by legends, sittin at the round table
I am
this like a
Big golf tournament, everyone shut up
Everybody just clap like it's
A golf tournament
Tom: That's what it sounds like when
I get done having
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
(Count up sum blessings)
I jus be high feel alive in this bitch wait a minute I need me a second
Ain no emotion or smile on my lip either way she be callin
a breather or something
No, no, no, I'm fine, just get this done
Right, but this isn't theatre, we don't have to do it all in one take
Sorry, it's just I'm
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
gave me a sign
Everything comes in time
In a second it's done
Seven souls will be one
Answers
Inside you, by
Posing the question
And I wanna show you
was done
But fortune turns like a flip of a coin
Thrown up by a twist of fate
The game’s not done ‘til the siren blows
Never say too little too late….
As you sang me your apologies
And when the second day, we met by chance
Oh, what a sweet coincidence
To find the sugar girl right next to me
I decide "It's
Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer,
eyes on the highway
Eyes on the highway
Just keep your eyes on the highway
You, me, heading down the road now
In front of seven billion souls now
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