Lyrics:
weapons on the rack
Bayonette with an array of venomous sacks
Attached to rifle handles salvaged from Iraq, Damn
Got no love for industry bitches in
Sometimes you only have to move one rock
For an avalanche to start
Sometimes it only takes one smile
To get inside and mess around your heart
ground--putting it Down for my town!
So kick back and enjoy the Groove of this sound
Stack up that dough & green up To the ceilings!
Money is king! Gotta get it by
Wanted by the kings
Wanted by that driver of their limousine
Your love, your love is 7 feet deep
It's 107 degrees
And I'm walking cause my life ain't free
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
gave so what you waiting for to stop?
The hand moves every day on the slate of your life’s clock
If you don’t surrender you’ll miss heaven by a long shot
heart has no room for two
But we both know that isn't true
Cuz you're living proof
Truth
Tell me
Do you remember
Tell me
Do you remember
They don't
wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Did your crib get raided by this little piggy?
(Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Have you ever whooped a nigga til'
your mistaken
Providing for me yeah he bring home the bacon
You sleeping on him now it's time to awaken
Wake up
King of all Kings yeah his power is
you speak to bleed, why leak out your IV
I can't hurt you B, I'd feel defeat, I'll find sleep when its RIP
Love is my hell that she weaves, and I feel
gave it all for us
Surrendered your life upon that cross
Great is the love poured out for all
This is our God
Lifted on high from death to life
gave it all for us
Surrendered your life upon that cross
Great is the love poured out for all
This is our God
Lifted on high from death to life
got kings
But I'd rather play chess (Now listen, dawg)
I jump a nigga, then I take over
I left the watch inside the
Beauty parlor for a makeover
or temporary forevers
Shorty get it together
Diced pineapple
May your love come down so my mind might have you
You designed my imagination
Let me redefine
peace to an country road
With a wheel in your hand
If there was a road to heaven
Would there be laws I must obey
If I drove my mustang 85
Late
and make his manz record me
In your house they call me cory
I'm a whore you cannot whore me
Alright bet you got a bitch lets see if she gon leave you for me
it's a loan
Shawty tell me, are you that somebody
I need a bottom bitch to really hold it down for the boy
I don't only just want your body
Give me that
the club People show love while getting it out of the mud
Shawty call on me for bottles and money and telling me she love to kick it with thugs
I ain't
flow just cannot stop, (brrt)
Maybe I don't love my country,
Cuz its hard for me to love anything,
Im a butterfly, but I lost my wings,
Was star struck
will rise to reign with Him
When He returns King
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Here in Your love is where I’m found
When I fall short Your grace
o)
No be by power o
Yeah Yeah eee
VERSE 2
Shout-out to my nigga
Wer dey stand by me
Support me
Keeping me company
You be King for the area
Wer
to an end
We don't want your love
Respect at this point's pretty much out of the question
Times like these we sure could use a friend
Hitler, Stalin, men who
just love my tool
I'll keep it by my side that hoe loyal it ain't never leavin
I'll pull up one deep to your spot and leave three people leakin
I ain't
(Volare)
Volare, oh oh oh oh
E cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non
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