Lyrics:
man that looks like him already been taken
Sho' can't trust nobody to tell you where to go these days
Uh oh, hmm Lord, have mercy
There you are
Yeah yeah what yeah
Reminding me of Sef what?
Fat fat thick booty what?
You say jack that big booty yo
He say oh oh
I heard the boy he said
I tell ya brother, man shit happens
By the way, how's it with you?
Check out the kid, finger on the button
Oh yeah, it's a wonderful world, huh
I tell ya brother, man shit happens
By the way, how's it with you?
Check out the kid, finger on the button
Oh yeah, it's a wonderful world, huh
Sweet lover of mine
Let's go fucking, go fucking
I am not so shy
Where lights are intervening
I am not so proud
Oh baby, take me dancing
Our lord
a raggedy hobo
That woman I'm in love with
Lord, she got to go
Oh yeah.
Good bye, pretty mama
Get yourself a money man
Lord, goodbye pretty mama
Get yourself
your eyes, try to stop it
But it's part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my hands prayin'
Forgive me Lord, thank
Broke boy ion need for nun
Broke boy ion need for nun
(Aye)
(Slate! Wet!)
Flex oh
Flex on me
Rack oh
Rack me (Yeah!)
(Sono with the 1 k)
Everyone knows you as a man of honor
I am glad to know you simply as a friend
You've always taken time to be my brother
And I'll be standing by you
cares bout the
Man I am stead of clothes I wear
Cause I ain't takin' nothin'
But my boots and
Jeans and a big ole cold along
But oh Lord wouldn't her warm
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
ask for your mercies oh lord
Show us the way and your blessings again
Nobody know me curse I no get the Benz
Man Dey hustle but Na you Dey bless
outside, I feel something behind me
I'm looking back, but nothin's around me
(Oh, what's goin' on?) Man, I don't know
What am I trippin' on?
There's
the pulpit
Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
Oh what a feelin
Oh what a good feeling
Y'all can eat when I'm finished I like winning
Oh what a feeling
Oh what a good feeling
Your not worth takin
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
Jones I Just Blaze
It's a wrap if you owe ('Oh) Boy' Cam'ron
Listen, I'll cock the Koch
It's a lil' K like ya man Shine
It's light but it sounds so BIG
and then I go home with the wife
Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy
I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip
the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time,
old
Gonna take my love to the promised land
Gonna look across the water
While we're holding hands
And that's all
Lord knows that's all
Oh I wanna sit
to the thank Lord
For these gifts, gags to tell, spoilt for choice
Oh Lord can you hear these chords
Next level, come on nigga, let's go
Level 24, yeah I am
the one
Verse One:
Girl you need a real nigga in ya life and not these suckas tryin to play you
Oh praise the lord cuz He did you right thank you for
evades pass down
The way I live is far too gone
Oh I wish it wasn't so (Lord I wish it wasn't so)
And I know that she cries by the red in her eyes
former
Saved sinners no holy rollers
Oh Lord please don't let us be misunderstood while we Gospel push
Here's something you can't understand
How Christ
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