Lyrics:
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin changed... wait a minute, I'm a liar
The crib is definitely doper and the girls a lot
seeing your dream
The same way I'm looking at the they whole fuckin team
I'm Willie Beamen Im a shark when I'm off on the deep end
I depend on the weekend,
the weapon, your ignorance I’m wreckin, the path to ownership is the only way that I’m steppin.
Self hate is taught jack, what you know about that, mentally
got his first
white pussy
But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
died young, for trying to to hang
On the slaim's of our slums
And outcome, as mommy neals, sitting on the front row
Hoping god will accept your soul
Words and music by Willie Dixon
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun
THE GOODNESS OF GOD
Ben Fielding, Brian Johnson, Jenn Johnson, Ed Cash, and Jason Ingram
Verse 1:
I love You, Lord
Oh Your mercy never fails me
cll
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's
Your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Ah, Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry, baby
Cancer Season finna run up
In your house, angel number
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch
Lord I come to you right now as humble as I know how
Saying lord please stay with me
And keep your angels around me
Cus you know out here, I keep ah
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street
ticket
Golden ticket
Yea he was crucified
Angel by me ride or dies
But we cannot ever die
That's because he sacrificed
Look I'm borrowing every breath
My
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
Down at Johnson's Creek
The trees grow tall
Like a man who feeds his soul on Your word
And I can look in the water
I can see the stars fall
to the ceiling
Still know fake from real
I slid in
Billie Jean
No Curly Neal can trick or steal the sauce
Oh really
You'll get popped by Visine Vision when
There´s an oil well down on Johnson´s road
Where we´d go to be alone
I never thought i´d go there by myself
I stood there calling out your name
serving
Poetic Justice without that
Nigga John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be gelling ayyo
I’m so dope
You better tap your man and tell him
I
but big like Ben
Johnson I'm the black Charles Bronson
death wish death wish death wish
I run a dead pool you're number one on my list
so step aside
ain't nothing wrong
Biggest bird in the game and that is no lie
I'm always gonna ride shawty by my side
I could sell you some old shoes
That are not your
I got a friend the Lord I rearrange
But other than that I'm livin' fat and ain't nuthin' changed
Big Willie still in your grilly, you better block
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