Lyrics:
Murder won't cover the faith
Just to put food on my plate
You ain't gang yu can't relate
I been juggin every day
Speeding trynna get away
Her them
loved and so respected by motherfuckers
To where it's like
The next time a motherfucker talk bad about you in the shop
It would be the first time
Like
stuck with you
Some days I sit back and think
What's the chance to have better blues
I think you need to see a shrink
But I'm the person with the sick
blown
So we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot)
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd II None
Kinda fun but these hookers
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
your faith in me, I won't let you down
We've seen some of the best times
Drunk nights long flights
We're in our prime
We've seen some of those dark days
am
Where have heroes gone, I fly where eagles glide
And catch a ride where time expands
I walk by faith and not by sight so I can live again
Lookin' back over my years
I guessed, I've shed some tears
Told myself time and time again
This time I'm gonna win
But another fight, things
Lookin' back over my years
I guessed, I've shed some tears
Told myself time and time again
This time I'm gonna win
But another fight, things
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
come to?
Hide the truth, what some do
Yeah we on the come up
Work till the suns up
Shine on my face
Hot like a sauna
Leaping with faith
The Rey like I'm
'Cause it looks like another love TKO
(Tired of gettin' beat up by love)
Think I'd better let it go, let it go, baby (before it's too late, yeah)
Looks
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
vegetation. Trust in the Lord and do good, then you will abide in the land and be nourished by faith. Delight in the Lord, and He will guard your desires
Baby hold up
We can make it last run it up
I’m feeling your vibe
All I need is your love
Baby give me some time we don’t gotta rush
Baby you’re mine
a long, long time and I never go dey give up on the love
I go buy designer, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)
Call you my miss malaika, baby (baby)
Anything that
it slow, take it slow
Baby bring that ass down low (Bring that ass down low)
I know that we can make a show (Make a show)
Forty sessions ain't no blow
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
the middle
But Had to leave em all behind for a greater cause
So you don't make the same mistake, I Hope you listen
By the end of this I know some of you might
Hit the gang by my lonely
And probably hit the blade with a shorty
This shit make me wanna hit the hood
So I can drink me a 40
And go and catch
(TP, baby)
Thirty, forty, fifty shit (blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away, that's
'Cause it looks like another love TKO
(Tired of gettin' beat up by love)
Think I'd better let it go, let it go, baby (before it's too late, yeah)
Looks
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