Lyrics:
Saints
He sent me
We got a word for you
Choir
Please
Oh LORD
I'm ready
But I should warn you
This message
Is going to be lethal
Because you don't
I can get any baby you want
So I can kill them all just for fun
Surprise
I get what you want
I get it now
Blonde bitch
Blue eyes
Pink dress
Bowtie
I
thinkin' we can see, eye to eye
We on a different echelon, coulda got bread together
Now you gets steaded on
Some people really (still dreamin')
Some
a bikini."
("Stand by...")
"Okay, alright, stop right there.
("Stand by...")
Where do you
Conceal the gun in a bikini?"
("Stand by...")
But what do you
vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from St. John
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John
He's a janitor
bitch niggas, like you from easily trespassing
Nickel-nine, shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin'
Get off my premises, aye yo, Lord, is you
bitch niggas, like you from easily trespassing
Nickel-nine, shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin'
Get off my premises, aye yo, Lord, is you
what you see on the dynamic screens of TV
isn't the same as when you was a shorty believe me I'm no expert
I was raised on Pac-Mac and Q-Bert but
So sweet, so kind, so loving, so fine, if you’ve got the grit to match
If you don’t, be careful, by God, be awareful, she’ll come and kick your ass
, be careful,
Of what you do, what you do
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
on your own
Be careful what you say police on the phone
Have your own little revolution
Have your own little revolution
Have your own little
on your own
Be careful what you say police on the phone
Have your own little revolution
Have your own little revolution
Have your own little
41st till I dearly depart,
till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your
my barn, and they stole my horse
I can't save a dime
I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime
I can see for myself
the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's
will get you - kid you not
Like when Ma was sent to St John's and my whole life stopped - but
Gratitude for the little things, gratitude for the pain
Yo, Yo
Gansta, Gansta
Gansta Yo
That's Right
Journey Through the life of some real niggas
Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen
white boys in the 21st century
Trying to find a hero in the zeroes and ones
I'm over getting cheated by somebody's son and
I don't wanna be just a number
a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know
We won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in your heart
And the world will be
at the corner of the heavens
She knew to be careful, for she could slip
The wind watched the princess tread ever so gently on the ledge
The wind had a cruel sense
with an abuser?
No one's buying your little narrative that this is normal
You can't isolate your children
Everyone knows what you're doing is wrong
Just open up those gates
Got a peephole on the key
Can't quite get it beyond me
Moment replay hear you breathing reassures what I can't see
Momentary
bitches to
Gotta be careful who you speaking to
Loose lips be sinking ships just like the Edith troop
Them other niggas like the news, yeah they just need
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