Lyrics:
Bum Bum Belly, please whip out the Telly
Don't what to sell me, I'm spreading all the jelly
My money very heavy, oh please don't tell me
Little bro
rat-ass folk
Repent, the end is near, the Bible says it clear
My mama says it's right, but she think Jesus white
She workin' like a slave, her preacher
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
and the end
[ Connie ]
The miracles of Jesus was the talk all over land
Jesus healed the multitudes by the laying on off hands
[ Both ]
Healin' hands
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
twist like a contortionist
Crushing up that fish scale
Snorting all that porcelain
God wanna fade
I got the blicky
Jesus died so I can smoke that sticky
since he stand by him
That boy's a bum, and I'm not being biased
Cuz he hit my line after getting dissed apologizing
OCK laughing behind me like he can't
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum
bums at a rich folks’ parade
Jesus pulled on the coat-tails of a shiny tuxedo
Asked the fella who wore it how his money was made
Well the fella turned
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
need
No love, no love, no love in the streets
Yeah, shawty was the real MVP
I was chilling on the beach by myself, yeee
I was chilling by myself
jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top
the morning star
Well, made my bed of
Cut roses by understanding
That the cause
It just comes first
With my Mrs. Jesus
The gospel changes meaning
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
Trust me, when it's all over you will see the light
Live by the sword, die by the sword, but Jesus Christ
We shot that motherfucker right between
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
a real man
A black man interested in art
Speaking from the heart and playin’ my part
And all this illuminati talk
Like my first hit single wasn't ‘Jesus
a man can find Jesus?
Old Levi Jones was dead two weeks
Before I'd even heard that he died
You know, we'd come to be friends of a sort for three
me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the
Womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some
to hope
You have to give up on yourself, before you will be excited
About the hope that is yours in Christ Jesus Amen
This is George Jones, to the 3rd power
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
Let's get this thing started
Land we have departed
Bottle of rum and a card deck
Great wipe out the starboard
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Stand by
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