Lyrics:
We don dey pay the tithe since!
Lord e no go good
If we no dey see d money ball
Bless me!!!
But no forget my neighbor
I just
Your in the wrong place
At the wrong time
Better come up with a reason why
My guy to the right
In the drive
Might lose his life
For a three point five
talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet
you know it
Your britches get oversize
We don’t even have say
People fixing paper everyday
I’m like no one wanna stay
I thought we your masters
Y'all
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
a minute and I'm into you
I don't know if you got a man
But I can be your friend, hey
And if you wanna come over
You know that I don't lock the door, no
Time
bless
Your soul, cause he'll take the rest
The power of the mind should not be wasted
But the agony of defeat is always tasted
By those who chose
tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man
Real hot girl shit
Ah, ayy (Buddah bless this beat)
I've got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a fuck)
And my shit so
Your Name
Mighty God
So Marvelous
Am I gonna be a famous popstar?
Will I ever see the northern lights?
Baby can I hold you like I want
And wake up every morning by your side?
I'm
house
If we don't see you, stake out at your man's house
Finna look like a switchblade, finna stab out
Zip of turtle pie to the face, I might pass out
Mighty, holy, blessed, be His name
When it comes to giving praise I ain't got no shame
Got my hands raised to the Ancient of Days and
I am that I am by His
and never think it's over
Believe me I tried it over and over
Have faith in the lord
Cause he'll keep you by his sword
And he will keep his word
In Jesus name
the thought of the offering
Upon the cross accomplishing His ministry so flawlessly
We gave these lyrics breathe so that they can bless His name
Put them
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
than caressing scalp
Not to flex up like attire but your fire make man gold
So he can stand bold with his chest up bless up
You the rock trusting you
fun, making records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain
to be fun, makin records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these n****z is wrong -- usin your name in vain
you need that Guap just paste it
I'll send some mills just take it
I bless you for all ma success now I think am making progress
I took those shoes by
“What is your name”
She don't know Black History. Is that all she got
That was Horrible. Have some empathy it's not her fault
I wish someone else
niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his
That we used to do
That's why I find comfort in
Smoking weed in your room
I hope you don't feel all alone
Cuz' I'ma be with you soon bro
I miss you too
Hey, ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground
Grah, like
Don't be shy girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer
Grah, grah
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