Lyrics:
in the melly (whoo)
I am fuckin' your bitches, I bring the fetti (nah)
Send her home on a mission, then get her ready (uh)
I just came outta
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
to the sun rays
I hold belief in the one day
To the universe master
We send our praise
Have mercy on us
By your grace
Bring back that ancient ways
That've been
enough respect and attention.
I grabbed him by his neck as my form of redemption.
Didn't do no harm, just made sure that it hurt,
it ain't going by
meet him and
Bring him out to the club.
He said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
Had all the go-go girls set up, waitin' up.
They carried him
retiring
Seen Christians follow Christ, turn their back, then deny him
But I'm blessed in knowing that when I seek the Lord I'll find Him
Enemy knows it's
And I'll be in a land of loving grace
Dear listeners, thanks for hearing me out
Well, this marks the end of Simon's account
The DHS would soon bring him
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
F*** what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
Somewhere in the ocean
Pucky sadly swims
Proudly green but forever blue
A home is lost to him
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back the whalers to us
Bring
in my zone
I love
How he bring it home
That's the kind of G I like
Fresh to death
Sean Paul cologne
Tilted cap
Lex on chrome
Sittin' low
Got J-Wess
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
Christina Milian
Poli Paul
Spen Cow, baby
Says he wants you, he says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he
upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin' her if she had been singin'
to cut her loose.
She had a little bit of karma above her left eye,
Came in the shape of a scar..
I tried to help her out with a ride back home,
But,
[originally performed by The Who]
[I. Her Man's Been Gone]
Her man's been gone
For nigh a year
He was due home yesterday
But he ain't here
Her
and
Bring him out to the club.
He said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
Had all the go-go girls set up, waitin' up.
They carried him downtown and put him
On the street with the chrome
So you won't make it home
I be killin MC by the bunches
I'm be the one that droppin
All them deadly punches
[2x]
[Knightowl]
I'm
I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
hoes
(Bring it)
Khakis, Pendletons, and Romeos, nigga
West Coast Rat Pack
'88 real niggas, all black (Come on)
All back in your ass again
And you goddamn
the line, crossed the, nah, we never did that
Though I haven't seen him in months, shit, it's rare he never hit back
Anyway, convince him to bring you to me
where I wing a Truth to sing
The Truth I bring before your eyes will rise
And it's not even Biblical
I'm letting him go as an act of Grace
Imagine
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