Lyrics:
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
JOHN SINGLETON
Willie Jones on the throne
Now he wit the shits
Walking with a gun
In his sweats
Smiling with his lips
Stalking on a hunt
For respect
With
with Willie of Winsbury
I could bide no longer alone
And the king has called his merry men all
By forty and by three
He said, fetch me this Willie
Empty out the safe
I'm needin' all the money
I'ma empty out the bank
Call me Robin Hood
I'm in your hood
Ain't nothin' safe
Tell me what's a Kia
When
merry men all,
By thirty and by three,
Says, "Fetch me this Willie of Winsbury,
For hanged he shall be."
But when he came the king before,
He was
wouldn't be me if it wasn't for her (if it wasn't for her) (I wouldn't be Will)
I wouldn't be Willie, I couldn't be me if there wasn't no Eddie
I wouldn't
of birth and fame
But it was with Willie of Winsbury
I could bide no longer alone
And the king has called on his merry men all
By thirty and by three
Says,
burning third degree
That's the holy trinity
Cooking up healthy recipes
His love is the remedy
That's why I will rest In peace
That's why I will rest In
blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me
blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
take his funds away
We gone have us some fun today
And she gone do what daddy say
I'm Remember when
Nevermind just fuck it
2am we still fucking
Love
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
of change;
The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions.
If fear of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father will govern with his
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
Daddy i know you do bad things
Don't worry i still love you come on
Floyd leads his daughter to an
Alley back to the Cicada
And you caught him?
Not me i
glory, I got, I got riches in glory
You got riches in glory, you got, you got riches in glory
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
It will surprise
and sorrow
So I'ma have to kill something
Let me count the ways that I can repent
Trying to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me know
Hi, I'm Daniel Keplin
Most people won't ever comprehend with My
Struggle's importance and people will never
Fully understand it except for me
I feel
shit
Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should
shit
Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should
the streets
Yet we still carry on
Never easy for a Black man
We must remain strong
Willie Lynch theory is killin us clearly
Fight to survive my grandbaby must
fetti, but you better tell holmes
Messin with me will get black buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues not me I pay attention
Call it New York cause we
father.
If I gain my father's love.
She will also
benefit by it.
Seeing Dhruva thus firm in his purpose
Narada was very happy.
He blessed the boy
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