Lyrics:
of the week, I'm gettin a squeeze
Going straight to hell, I've got her wrapped around me
My love of the week, love of the week
My love of the weak
My last race
and booze you smell / while the rebel yell avail quotes truth prevail / there's new rules, and I'm the new sherif in town / and the law's laid down by
posed to
Real shit nigga just how I'm posed to
By the end of the week I be working and geeking
If it's ain't money you know I don't see it
Blind
a week on it, she's the most wanted,
She's a freak, but a freak that don't sleep on it,
Put a week on it, she's a freak on it,
She'll drive by, step
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
I wanna know if you wanna know which way to go
It's a narrow road, and if you carry loads, you can be set free
I don't care about the car you
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
appearances like Prince Im all rare,
Dance like JJFcD I run the fade on all eras
No Longer Groovyie you can call me by the G letter
I skate on a verse Im
Global Bourgeoisie want you working like a slave
Soros, Hilary, Schwab
Global reset mob
Zuckerberg, Dorsey and Yellen
Ambitions of Hitler
Population
slow, or blow right by
No matter how much I smoke, I never get high
You’ll never cut me off, I’ve got my own supply
Kept in my dungeon where good thoughts
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
done
I'll make ya wack n- if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it
TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
I'll make ya wack niggas if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it
Nothing but desert all around
Oh it made me wonder
Lord it's hard to carry on
When you're sick with hunger
Weeks and months of sleeping rough
that you a fan
I’m mapping out where I’m supposed to go
This life a rodeo I got you focused on the line
Like hold the phone
Poem by poem
I’m building
love
I'll hold you dear
Carry me love, carry me love
I'll be sincere
I thought that you had morbidly died, drowning by the ocean side
Now I know it was
I try to keep the darkness at bay
But I can hear it say,
"Why don't you go astray?"
I can hear it beckoning
By my brand new reckoning
Can't afford
TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
I'll make ya wack niggas if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it
Devil's six
Devil's six
Met the grim reaper while I floated down to hell
Felt the fire burn inside my chest, inside my head
Waited for my soul
the same God that stands by you
If you need a friend He'll guide you
He'll be a friend to you
twenty last week (Or do I even want it back? What the hell)
So yeah, how much ignorance do I still have in me? (This ignorance will carry me tomorrow)
It's
flop
Who be on top oh you can’t tell
Y’all be as funny as David Chappelle
Send me to heaven don’t take me to hell
Went down to eat it but dude day
an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a fuckin
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