Lyrics:
And remember when your Lord proclaimed
If you give thanks by accepting faith and worshipping none but Me, Allah
I will give you more of My blessings
But if you
In the name of the Lord
Where I know that I'm safe
Where I call upon your name
And I make my escape
From all of my frustrations
And from all of my
VERSE
The Lord sent me yes He heard you weeping
But i got a Word for you
Man you need to believe Him
Rejoice always says Apostle Paul
And again he
You are the owner of everything
You are the owner of everything
Call Him Lord
We call Him Lord
Call Him Lord
We call Him Lord
Showers of blessings I
they all call him sweet pappa Willie dear
Stronger than Samson I declare
'Til the brown skinned woman
Bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight
or am I thinking wrong
Dear Lord, I'm just singing this song to him, to tell him to call me a lot
Jesus, I need your contribution and your estimation
you. Yeah, yeah
Lord, I thank you
Produced By: Mr. Cligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles
ain't tryna be a dawg
Just a rich muhfucka
In the hill grants still
Tryna make a couple mill and if
I can’t do that I’ma steal
Cause I need dolla bills
nah)
Palace look like Buckingham
Bills so big, I call 'em Williams, for real
Reasons to go crazy, got a trillion for real
They been tryin' me but I
and shine
Lord
VERSE
You can have this thought
How imma pay my bills
You can have this thought
Am I really healed
You can have this thought
Am I
time I could not afford to waste
Lord said pass by the shop help wanted that will ease your pace
A path I set for you to learn your faith I will anoint
Fuck bein' on some chill shit
We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick
They be on that rap to pay the bill shit
And I don't feel that shit, not even
nails
Leave a motherfucker layin' still, bang him with the stainless steel
'Cause I'm making the order
Laugh at the altar, pullin' a Lord up
Don't get
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such
By the time that he
forgive him)
Dead lies, that is how we livin' (Lord forgive him, that is how we livin', yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven
Got a phone call from Lil'
forgive him)
Dead lies, that is how we livin' (Lord forgive him, that is how we livin', yeah)
Just let it all be forgiven
Got a phone call from Lil'
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
Tell you to get up
Give Him one more chance
Everything that your dealing with
Put it in His hands
Bills due
I ain't got
Phone call
Who You?
I ain't got
cleats on him!
But never will he run unless you call police on him
One time, two times, three times
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up
praise Him
Even in my dreams my brothers
I praise Him
Yeah
He's the Lord of Lords
He will never ever ever
Let me down
He's always there
When I call His
think you bad now? I'll kick your ass
Come here, good God
Mmm
Lord yes
Somebody call up the colonel, I hear some chicken scratchin'
Pow!
If you
Until the end of time
God told me he would hold me in his arms
Until the end of time
God promise me he would find me whenever I felt lost
Lord I
all call him Sweet Papa Willy Dear
Stronger than Sampson I declare
'Til a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore
all call him Sweet Papa Willy Dear
Stronger than Sampson I declare
'Til a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore
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