Lyrics:
I don't care about appearance Maggie
I just want my fucking baggy ask the mil about me
Bitch I'm known to make it happen claiming I'm a bum
While I
the greater works)
(God we make this our cry)
Move by Your Spirit
Move by Your Word
Take dominion
(Sing move by Your Spirit)
Move by Your Spirit
(Move by Your
on, let me see ya take a walk with me
Just walk with me
Take a walk with me
Come on, and make your neck work
Now freeze
Ohhhhhhhhoh
Here come the Men In
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said "I saw two men runnin' out,
crashing always two by two
I don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground
I don't wanna work in
the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite
Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that
world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen
of democracy
Let us use that power let us all unite!
Let us fight for a new world, a decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That will give youth
Ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya
Normal (Yeah yeah)
Oh yeah (Minzulode)
Who God don bless
Say no man can curse
They must feel the gbedu omo na by
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said "I saw two men runnin' out,
I'm with my ride or dies
I let them know about the money; don't try to hide it
I work a nine to five
But I could still cut through the check like
Beat my drum
By the way why you dumb
I’m black and I love my edikaikong
And fufu then I eat your mum
I beat your dad spank his bum
234 is the hood I’m
VICTORIA:
In movies about women written by men
The secret to life is plastic
When the gossip stops, we shop til we drop
Order Thai, and look
enough
Keep my name out your mouth like my dick when I cum
They be the first to judge so I'm laughing at these bums
I'm connected like a plug locked in
It is then good for nothing
But to be thrown out
And trampled underfoot by men"
"You are the light of the world
(Do pray for them)
(Be brave for
they native tongue
And the day is just begun
Greeted by the scent of a bum
Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung
A brother in repose in the back
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said "I saw two men runnin' out,
the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith
at the age of 25
Do you have any idea what will happen to those men by the time they're 65
These 100 men who all start even at the age of 25 believe they're
hoping the boss offers
More petty cash to his bums and paupers
Kissing his ass 'cause they hoping they prosper
Here's the math:
You work a thirty
crashing always two by two.
I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
I don't wanna see the planes hit the ground.
I don't wanna work in a building
for a new world,
A decent world that will give men a chance to work,
That will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these
Valentine’s Day at the crib. My
Kids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I can’t fool them no more. It’s job time
Every day every day
Got to work every
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
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