Lyrics:
the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties
Christian Dior just for the aesthetics (whoa)
Called out my misery thanks to this syrup (yeah)
Laced up in emeralds,
made it out
In Miami, I go to my Karen house
To damn high, got a crib on mars
Need muscle , I don't fuck with the foreign cars
A lot of these bitches
as a Christian from a little church
With God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm
Futureboy Wavo in the house
If you ball and you cap, then you feeling it
I can tell no one else take it seriously
Wait 'till I'm out, I'm rocking
the good hair ? You Karen with the look here
Scooby Doo villain
Ridin' right around in the Mystery Machine
Wearing two masks chilling
Driving all alone
a rebel aye
Christian steppin in,
Upgraded to a boss
2 things on my mind
That profit and the loss
You got two guns on your side huh?
You bitches Laura Croft
Than 6 zeros on the cheque if you wanna sign me
Man are indie so run it by me
I can twist beats up in my sleep
Cold so you cant summer-ize me
Any
like to say
Your honor I'm innocent
Lucky I don't break in
With a loaded 12 gauge and the same day
Its on the front page
Crazy kid in a rage kills Karens
Good kid living in a mad land
Nice guys finish last I will never understand
I have morals I don't play the underhand
That's the only way to make it
for a minute, girl
I'll take care of you and your mama, girl
House stay clean like probably do
Can't none of these chicks keep up with you
Christian
that
Imagine one day me and you jumpin the broom
I put a baby in your womb, a house in the boons
Now I ain't proposin, just statin that you the kind
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
hustle it mi no ramp round
Aye house pon e hill, mommy how that sound
Cyaa tek mi stripe dis yah king yah no drop crown
Me know mi highly favored by
you sent your Son Jesus, now we dancing like Dion Sanders
Four Ten I'm more than, a conqueror when I march in
Came to God's house all messed up but I
fighting all the piranhas and snakes
In the space of the greats
Best believe we'll never rest
This is my house all of y'all are guests
Omwa mou shindaru ru
chase bills like Uma Thurman
And you know Fam-Lay is a ghetto survivor
Dope dealer, house dealer
Four-wheeler driver loudmouth Karen
Don't you know that
his position
In this little gang it's a competition
To the little man with a disposition
Holier than thou, he was born a Christian
All he worships
know that I'm crazy about ya, I need you right by my side.
And I want you, girl
And I need you, girl
You're the only girl in my life...
PSYCHE!
i'm
What if, let's go a little deeper, if we were to address some of the skeletons that were in the closets
And we were able to bring those skeletons out
building a house
For all the niggas that went small in my house
I know niggas be talked about playing all the huns, my nigga just play your position
I've
was rules and regulations, I was living, I couldn't abide by
Can't even tell gang, when these hoes blowing me I keep it in
The devil telling me go kill
your house Dey beg
E get something you go take in and takeout your eyes go read instantly
Sounded quite interesting
And I know I'm still holy enough
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
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