Lyrics:
2.11 special kind love
It's a special kind love,
a very special kind love
It's a special kind love,
a very special kind love
Money Verse
Real
been used to,
she’s asking me for drugs got the kind that suit you.
She shouldn’t be ashamed even care about who knew.
She’s getting my time right
Christian it's unrepentant
The physical part of my church emits the invisible arts of my work
To make gold from garbage is not the unchemical part of this
throughout the world, and so the evidence of His supernatural presence must be a personal one, possessed by each member of the Church wherever he may be.
a planet for racks
Just got bags
So many streets, shore to shore
I'm still fishin'
What kind of man would I be
Now my dreams are mint condition
This love is
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
"Tell the kind-folks not to worry
It ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
This steel-driver's muscle it ain't thin.
"Captain
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
make u so happy nana
But she said without the money
My head go kolo.....
She tell me say make i give her all the
Money nana.....
I said which kind
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
all this bullshit
Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough
From jump street, saw my father murder massacre slain
One shot took half of his brain, I recapture
the bird (look)
So read up 'bout how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch
And changed school every three months
My life's like kind of what my
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I
My '65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
My grandma said she got me she been praying for me since day one
Momma I swear I love you ran the race I was yo first one
Yo second and yo third one
volatility can't wear me out
The cowbell's ring doesn't bring me down
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares,
That kind of love I couldn't find
Cuz I was blind
We used to play that hide and seek
But now I want to hide and seek my God
His love's more sweeter than
to sell my hurt
Shut the fuck up!
So take me (Downtown) to the crossroads or take me to church
Shut the fuck up
Where's the love
What's up
I don't want
girl
(Squeezesha)
You know my style!!!
That fine girl
That kind girl
(Eeee)
That makes a bad man sing)
When she pass by and say hi
(I wish she could be
that's The kind of love that gets us by oh that's the kind of love that gets us by
Well I got my old truck home and I was shaking to the bone cause it's
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
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