Lyrics:
G
Picked by God to raise His Son not understanding why.
D G C G
Just
going out sad, you trippin'
Outfit rad, Dripping. These niggas pussy you Cat, kitten
I'm a big dog like Brad. I'm Pitting'
Big body Benz might hog up
Yeah, I've been whippin' (Skeet)
Wrist like Scottie Pippen (Skeet)
Gravy just bought yo' bitch a kitten (Whoa)
I've been, whippin', whippin', whippin'
)
Just for the music E got my mind blank
I’m a shooter hit her G spot
I’m in that kitten a lot ( woah)
Give a kitten a wiggle a lot (oh oh aye)
I’m
Pat G’s in the house
And you know i make it bounce
Known to leap tall buildings in a single bound
Up up and away can never keep me down
Knockin
At The Foot Of Mount Fuji
By Tim Lake
Intro: C / C add 9/B Am 7 / G7
C G Em Am7 Fmaj9b5 Fmaj9
left standing there by the [G] sea.
[G] One young wife with tears in her eyes
Who had only a short time been [D] wed
But with [G] others she waited
peace
Bury me a G, you niggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
peace
Bury me a G, you n*ggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
the whistle blowin' breeze gone [G]flying by
[C] Mirror's on the moon, [G] echo in the sun
[D min] See just a touch of madness [G]in my eye
[C]Please
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke
can't hurt
Tell him your beauty isn't determined by his slander
He uses words like kitten for a fucking panther!
If you have a seatbelt, ya better fasten
hell's pavement
G see d see
Took a walk down pulled by the tide
G see d see
I had to make some new arrangement
Em see g
Oh I thought I'd reach the other
I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a g,
I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me (Yea!).
All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs, fresh outta flight
You're as thrilling as a college cheer
As sympathetic as a baby's tear
You're as smooth as a kitten's ear
I never would trade you for all
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)
Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)
Never can't you take my G's
My (Ooh)
Ain't trippin' got to split up the front
thug
I'm a street thug I keep it G thug
Look at me I'm a teach you
How to greet a thug
Whatsup soldier what's poppin my
G what's poppin my g poppin
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
pretension and I’m not the least intrigued
G7
by what I see. No no no...
Chorus:
Am Em/G F G
So! Back off, this conversation's
s i w y g W y s i w y g
U S A
W y s i w y g W y s i w y g W y s i w y g
What you see is what you get
Government
For the people
By the people
That
be with me
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him, g-g-give him up,
She's gotta give him,
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
Get ripped like flesh, you got kitten's pride
I'll make a mess on your set and your dress
Handle my business, or handle your princess
When I was
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