Lyrics:
Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin'
How she do that with no hands?
Come through, throw her the bands
In the air, like is you 'bout that action
when I lose control you take the wheel an' no one knows
Quietly you rescue me behind the scenes an' let me be the hero
Some people think I'm strong an'
Romans chapter 8 and verse 18 says:
For I reckon that the sufferings
Of this present time are not worthy
To be compared with the glory
Which
matters
And I know that is forever
In your eyes I see the answer
We will always be together
Pena, no siento pena
La vida es buena
Mi corazón ya
born a woman
You're born to be hurt
You're born to be stepped on, lied to, cheated on
And treated like dirt
Ah if you're born a woman
You're born
matters
And I know that is forever
In your eyes I see the answer
We will always be together
Pena, no siento pena
La vida es buena
Mi corazón ya
Kick down the teeth of the wicked creep underground
Where I stay hid lurk down the alleyways, you be stalking me
Behind back talkers, cowards be
so beautiful, yo yo
Baby now you hold the key to my heart
Baby you see I don't want know uh that let it be known
It's how it always will be
the fuck are you doing?"
Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising
And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises
But no, you wanna be
me and be safe
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
Owoooooooo!
welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
(Wuddup?)
That's what you fools be dreaming bout
The 2 door I be leaning out
Not Arizone, above my cousin in
Y'all be always talkin', y'all be always dissin' (yeah)
When I'm comin' through, you be always trippin' (please)
Talkin' to me like I'm wrong, like I
the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be riding around with that blocka
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
Coulda been San
just start fading
This blueprint, we made it, y'all niggas, y'all just be taking it still
The way we be filming, the way we fuck a nigga up
But still
because we run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition
Just kill me, don't
ain't driving Miss Daisy
Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby
Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin' her crazy
Ain't work no
money
(Flocka Waka Flocka Waka)
You ride big rims, I ride factories
At my concerts girls be chasin' after me
I swear they be attackin' me, hotel
I get high when I'm feeling low
Just thinking about the things you do
I don't mind playing your nasty games
As long as I can be with you
I'm
I’ll be the right hand
You’ll be the left hand
You and me we make
A mariachi band
Standing on the corner
Waiting for the light
When you’re
But she putting up a fight like Layla Ali
I told the lady I'll be doin' the turnpike 80 in the fly V
Middle name 40 on the wrist
Last name you can't
goodbye
(goodbye)
It just ain't meant to be no need to try
No no
[Chorus]
Get out, get out
She don't love you
Macy don't love you
Get out, get out
the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go high high high
Let's go all the way
Ain't nobody left out
Everybody gets to go
It could never be too crowded
There goes the girl I dreamed all through school about,
There goes the girl I'll now be a fool about
Ring down the curtain, I'm certain
and winter winds
Just confine you to, a bitter place
A time you can't face-
A peace of your mind
We should be playing in the sunshine
Happy to be part
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