Lyrics:
pipe though
Boujee with the way I cash hold
Sanitize the bag that I bought
Nigga really on some fuck shit
She's the one that let me fuck, shit!
You want
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what chorus you want me to do?
You-you said you want me to do a chorus
Which one? On which song?
Uh huh, Dear Dilla,
you amazing
If I was being frank you are such a blessing
I gotta thank my heavenly father
Who blessed me with a sunflower
Gotta thank my heavenly father
know what that means
This is sad, sad
You were wrong about the colors
You were right about the colors
You lost something about me, me
You were white
I
mama
I'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler
My flows wet shit up like Barry White's shirt - collar
And I'm smoke Bones with
to me,
Keep playin' freddy boi, I'll leak on ya elm street,
Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get,
It's Young money till the bone
the best raptress alive
Nicki Minaj
I'm in that cotton pink Bent'
Put macs on the guts
White on white whips
Kunta Kinte on the clutch
You
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
around the beats like its cheese
Word to Barry Reese, I'm behind by two steps
Thoughts of days when pops called me useless
Words he use less
Cause now
Heavenly, heavenly
That's what you are, to me
A guiding light, in the night
For only me, to see
Your sweet lips, your lovely eyes
Hold the key
Oh that's your girlfriend you better get her
Barry Bonds on the little ho
Cause I'mma hit her i met her off Twitter
She brought her friends with her
That can't go without Barry's or Lyons
Go'way with your PG Tips
And don't get us started on the crisps
And don't make me say potato either
After
Two gods yeah that's what we'll be
Two gods crashing energy
Two gods, angels, heavenly
Two gods, bodies infinity
You're so hot to the touch
Sent
the ones that have burned
And you never got all that you've earned
Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
Heavenly choir, now we are in Church
In
appropriate for a African king
Girl you right girl you can be my African Queen
And we can raise some babies that are blacker than we
Blacker than me
Move em
fire
Cuz ya body look good inna your smart cloths
Take me higher
you are the one I wanna know
Elafta nlafta
Barry baby nying mang normal
Sunkutu
I'm the luckiest by far (what you do to me baby? )
You may be my lucky star (you know)
But I'm the luckiest by far (but I'm the luckiest by far)
Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love
What are you doing? What you doing?
What ya doing to me? What are you doing to my head?
Woah, ah, oh, you
hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
[PART V]
[woman:] darling dear what have you done?
Your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
our soul
And it seems so insane to me
Because we're living our life
Tying to survive in a world that's so cold
In every hood young guns
Are drowning
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
And it's heavenly
Yea, it's heavenly
Pure ecstasy
I knew from the moment that our eyes locked
You were the one for me
Whenever we kiss I feel the time stop
They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your
don't know what the fuck that meant but that head was fucking heavenly
Call me Vlad the Impaler
Got like 13 heads up on on a spike
Moving like Dracula
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