Lyrics:
the main stage
Another goal crossed off
On the resume
Shining bright
Got my mind right
The hits I took it helped me Get my grind right
The things I felt
No not that one--King James is our rival
Praise the lord, are those words from she or he?
By the way, where the hell's that maharishi?
On that holy
call you
I make it simple and plain
The Lord reigns
Be like a LeBron opponent go study the King James
And get saved by Jesus
Not even the J
Memory Lane
Janet wife of Johnson James
Just came ‘jingling’ his name
Darling though it isn't more than just another day
We are already all
on the night you gave me the ring
It was all about the look you gave to me
And now we've been through the wildest crimes
Look at the lanes we walked on by
I feel
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
I don't need no vest
I don't need no microphone, I say it with my chest
I don't need no microscope, I seen it from the nosebleeds
3K already told
Insecure now the task getting tall for me
Half my friends can't name five songs of me
Maybe it's my fault
Assuming you would just assist is just what I
done felt worse
Niggas so sweet yeah call em Starburst
I write in the booth its no need to rehearse
Do what I do and she know I don't play
Ready set go
We sang ""Sweet home, Alabama"", and ""Willin"" by
contact with the same old me
Not ready to blame it on me,
she's lying naked between em sheets waiting on me
By the time I come home she'll be way too
ain't do it when you seen me
Your bitch in love with steelio she say I love how 5 treat me
Niggas mad that I been on it you know damn well you can't beat
Running to the fucking cheese
Guarantee I won't make it in this game by sucking dick
And that got these bitches sucking teeth
Like What the fuck am I doing
Beat sick, need a doctor
No father, no papa
No mother, no mama
Pain every day, you still gon' live through the trauma
Firebending beats for Zuko, did it
Aye you know how the fuck I’m giving it up nigga
H-tine Mother Fucking Texas Swagin n Bangin no Lexus
(Racks)
Yea u know what the fuck going
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