Lyrics:
Your love scares me to death, girl
'Cause it's the chokin' kind
You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife
But it hurts him more to take his
expression on his face
Della went to him
Jim, dear, she cried, don't look at me like that
I had my hair cut off and sold it
I couldn't live through Christmas
a clue of how they need to treat you
I wanna be with you in an emotional way
I want to have you by my side every night and day
I wanna make it so you can't
kinds
With Tech N9ne, getting more love
Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from
leaning on the Lord who sits on High
I Love the Lord that He heard my cry
He loved me first and I don't know why
He proved it when He sent His Son to die
love in a nigga
Here's a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this
Claimin' hella fame
Everybody know my name
I'm deep off in this game
Whatever money that I get to (Whatcha livin?)
In the fastlane (x8)
Looking up
cannot be my uncle.
His only wish was to use me
so that he could get what he wanted.
His fondness for me was only pretentious.
Truly the man is a dangerous
adieu to all my friends
Be kind to Barbriallen
She looked to the east, she looked to the west
She saw his corpse a-coming
"Oh, put him down for me",
he’d be there, well
There are no guardians on my street
Are no guardians near me, well
I’ve been tricked and I’ve been cheated
By the kind o’ souls
and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be
as you by my side
There's nothing I couldn't pay for
We'll make up and never break up
I stay in love with you paper
Money can't money can't buy me love
deposits
Standing right here as a prophet
That is my point now precisely
That I kill shit nicely
Time to go back to the money
You can never catch me fronting
Imma need a hundred
Big money
Kind of money that can make change
Kind of money that'll buy a safe
Hard to invest 'cause all we know is take
By any means
dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
even on the worst ones, you're still mine
We got the kind of thing the money can't buy
Even when our pockets are running dry
There ain't no price
like she love me
Cuz I'm ridin on dubz
Money cant money cant buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbaz
Money bring money bring plenty
is up in this world.
It's November 22nd and 01:10 by my Time
Tryna figure out my expression
And feelings as I write
I'm in a car with sealed doors my
finnesse me
This kind of love e dey useless me
Take all my money wey I no get
Having to hold you girl is a real flex
When you pass by I get hard that's
the pastor
Some of the members spoke
On what could have caused the show of shame
He raises funds in the church
And keeps the money in his purse
Without giving
amazing
Your love is kind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Your love is my home
Jesus Your love is all in all
Yeah, my soul was changed by the love and the grace
Of my
you're in
Baby, that's the kind of love you're in
All my days I'm by your side
'Til I have no days left to give
But from the bottom of my soul
You're
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