Lyrics:
sure (for sure), for sure (for sure)
For sure (for sure, my bad), for sure (for sure)
For sure, I had to 'cause he a ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
a check take my name from it
The face on that plain Jane can replace budgets
Princess cutter shoe pop singers that can't cut it
The ghostwriting both
Singer nigga, trapper nigga, bitch I feel like PNB
Even when a nigga staring, I know he ain't seeing me
45 got a kick
Got ya bitch thinking we soul tied,
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
out in Phoenix, keep my name the cleanest
You better keep ya steamers, I be fuckin' singers
I aint miss once, fuck a gun you gon' miss ya fronts
You
in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?
'Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
yeaaaaaaaah
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm comin down
I'm comin
state-by-state
And I'm picking the target then I'm picking them off
You better be Beyoncé if you say my name
Orange ambient sunlight and daylight savings
Might
name I know
You are the sweetest name I know
In sickness health you're by my side
Without your grace I would have died
I'm grateful to you
Your love
minutes g'ing you bitch
And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is)
Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money
And he
my hips
If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips
By the way if you see my Dad
Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag
(Chorus)
Hi,
call my number
They say they wan ride with the big man
They wan know what I do
They say I'm a singer
Big man baller
Used to go by "GOKI", "EYIN GORO"
the beat
Just send me a feat
He give me bars, I'm getting released
Give me the belt
Icey with me
Ion need no help
I'm all by myself
I told my opps I'll see
don't deny his name
He's a travelin' pony and he don't deny his name
You know, the way he can travel is a low-down, old, dirty shame
Why don't you
Watch him butter up a whole biscuit
And when I wanna make a song
Yeah you know I put my soul in it
Back to back and coast to coast
Yeah you know he got
this bitch
Open that door, light it in a breeze
Yeah, I know he's still my blood, but I stay screaming fuck my cousin
Slimy nigga from my opposition
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
I have a father (so glad I have a father)
He
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And hears me when I call
I have a father (so glad I have a father)
He
need you lady
I'm far from righteous I've committed nights just like this
Wilted by guilty conscious filthy promise filled his momma
Treating my sons
to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain
Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane
Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should
the name above all names And by His power I am saved
He is my Savior, He is my Lord And by His power I am saved
And by God's grace I am restored
Wherever
infirmity
He bore my sin
The chastisement of my peace
Was upon Him
By His stripes
My God!
That same Jesus
That same Jesus
By His stripes!
The same Jesus that
Why I thank you all very much you're a beautiful audience and I know many
of you by name and I'm lookin' out in the audience and seein' some faces
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