Lyrics:
spelt my name wrong got me thinking how
I could be someone else
My socks don't match my trainers
You'd think I'd been away for months or I'd
Travelled
To conquer new land I must seek out and roam
Know a lot of old folks would say I'm goddamn crazy
But momma your baby won't just be some maybe
So before I lay
Go harder
Sorry if that yoyr faughter
She could resist what was in my wallet
I got daddy funds
Now
Bought this off the shelf
These no hand me downs
Be
shade
Yeah they really fake
They just salty cuz I’m spittin only in The 9th grade
Everyone left and I stayed
Grindin everyday
Stay out of my lane
Your pic
Let's get down
Shorty time will reveal
The only true test is pain
You know the deal
Love appears like bright lights in the night sky
thing that I be picking
I don't do friends, cause they just like gold diggers
Speed limit 25, I'm pushing 50
I got my foot on that gas through your city
just sad 'cause you too blind to see
So many people they would love to have your spot
Don't wanna hear it, you've been fucking up a lot
'Posed to be
Have you ever met a bitch in your life that was no good?
Everybody done fucked her in the neighborhood
They all call her by her nickname
She suck dick
If that makes me overconfident then I'll be that guy
With red eyes on the red eye
While you sleep at night
You got the same twenty-fours in your day
ah dime
They don't understand the pain of a black life
Most of us ain't got no daddy
We were raised by our mama or our granny
We all bastard child's
fail
Your love will never fail
[Chorus: x 3]
I know You gave
The word Your only Son for us
To know Your name
To live within the Saviour's love
Yo, who's that?
Big boy Skrapz, the one and only
Fam where are you?
Northwest
Say nothing, you gonna hold me down?
Boom
No days off, I ain't
my right-hand man
We rock the bells so very well cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the bells
Some girl's will like this jam and some girls won't
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
gonna-be(s), want to-be(s), when will you learn
Want to be like Cool J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't like me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s)
snakes around while I'm sipping Azul
Ty, he my fam, he be killing the booth
By lunch time I'm smoking hookah and I'm talking to Louis
I'm just telling you
sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
Word uhh
Could do
Sophisticated thug keep me guessin'
Said it would be a blessin' just to watch you undressin'
Callin' you daddy, late nights I'm layin' on your chest
And, stay
murderer/slash
Punk muh'fuckers I will murder your ass
Gangster somebody soon to be dad
"Blueprint 2" homie, junior is mad
Mad cause his new son sound a little
nigger weighing 300 lbs
With the look of the Lord in his eye
He said my name is Dick Whisper
Yeah but you can call me Big Dick
And if you're looking for
saying His name
Rep Christ
Never will I be ashamed
Rep Christ
It's all about ministry
Rep Christ
It's bigger than the industry
Rep Christ
Since He died for
you get best of me
You are not my dawg I've said it before
But if you were I would name you Penelope
You cannot save face
I will feast on your
right
Even if you only get part of it right
Live for today, plan for tomorrow
Party tonight, party tonight
Dying to meet your girlfriends
That you
Halaluyah
Everything will be alright alright yeah
Glory To Yahuah
Yah We praise your name
Lead us to you Abba
You are our safe place
Glory To Yahuah
Yah We
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