Lyrics:
miss me
You better think again if you thinking you gon' kiss me
'Cus I gives a fuck, I never did never will
You K tell him, if pussy stank pussy
up later or something? Thank you
[DJ Quik:]
I like the way that you don't say much
And when the homies give you phone numbers you don't stay in
me a clap. A yes is fine (laughing) ok? (voice from audience â??I love that songâ??) Thank you. Praise God. I tell you, I know everybody's in the same
You want me to give you a testimony about my life
And how good he's been to me
I don't know what to tell you about him
I love him so much with all
they call me the Rzarector
I'm about to resurrect the mental dead, by diggin' up they graves
Bringin' 'em back to the surface
Niggas is caught up in
shares with His friends. And all that He asks is to love each other-- and give thanks to Him.
Gift from Him. gift from Him. All we have a gift from
and give thanks
Baby, here's a bouquet before it's too late
You gotta show love and give thanks
Momma, here's a bouquet before it's too late
You gotta show
By the way he love baloney
Chop scar your face, and I ain't talkin' Tony
Treat him like a child or young boy and leave him lonely
I keep it on me, it
see why it's called the "present"
Every day is a gift and a chance to make
The most out of what I've been given; remember to give thanks
And to know my
thanks when I see him
Huh, God is my witness give thanks when I see him
Splitting these niggas with whispers and prayers
Passing me by was the time i was
ways
Oh His love forever will endure
We give thanks to our God
Great things he has done
Eternally all praise belongs to Him
Our hope is in the Lord
For
time
But if I catch you again
I'm gonna slap you in the county jail
We said thank you sir you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us
time
But if I catch you again
I'm gonna slap you in the county jail
We said thank you sir you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us
Hallelujah
Thank you Jesus
Because you did it for me yes, you brought me out
You made away, yes he did
Oooo, God you
Yes, yeah yeah yeah
I give you
ain't shit without him, tell me I'm lyin'
Black people don't give a fuck about George Bush dyin' (We don't)
R.I.P. Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
On the highway to perdition
Money was my mission
Operation demolition
To give up my soul for silver and gold And throw away my religion
I gave him permission
By
by the way, thanks for that cigarette.
Thank you very much."
"You know, I feel like a new man
Yes I do, I don't know why;
I'd just like to say
dame but you gone hold me down by her side I lay
My head hit the pillow
Let my lover feel me
I can't lose sleep like it's on my fucking key ring
I can't
the remainder make a masterpiece
Livin' what they made for, all love no Dub. A. R.
Rosethorns pierce my skin
Blinded by the beauty, feel it in my bone marrow
No
Grandma used to pray out loud
By her bed every night
To me it sounded like mumbling
Like she was out of her mind
She said, "Boy this kind
love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If
Freeing slaves, call Him django
See it's God that I thank oh
Said I can't but I can tho, oh
He gets the victory
I was lost now I'm back tho
Free man
lighter
You know imma stoner
It's a brand new day, get high, give thanks to Jah, I call him, most high
Unbox by brand new Nikes, hit the streets, I'm low
much further you're going to go
I love you, bro
I appreciate you, brother
Thank you so much, my nigga
I'm trying to keep it together
Thank you so much
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