Lyrics:
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, come all
And have
Three Americans stopped for provision
At a store owned by José Andrade
Andrade gave an accurate description of Meyer
As being one of them
I Want a Man Like That
Written by C J Finney, Lou Lutour
Published by Chic-Finn Music
I want a man to love me day and night
Always to be my loving
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
much my pronoun is transaction
Or maybe I'm just, maybe I'm just too seventh letter for you
I can do better this never was love
Choppa by belly
Dis
going in
And I don't want to chip a tooth On a bone broth with bones in em
Not even the bones of an alien found on homes in andromeda
Where carnivorous
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
heard Mary J and you were standing in line
To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind
And I'm ridin' with Common looking for Chicago Zen
Entrepreneurship
No prerequisite to mess with it
College is the only way, that theory I just rested it
Another reality check
Go ahead and grab the new testament
Two
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane
nothing that I can tell you
You be on your own now
Fresh out the hometown
Looking at you with all that ice on
I see you roam now
How many chicks up in your
always late
Puffin' on a skimpy J
Staying in my grandma house
Wasn't even far away
But I guess that's what I do
Making life more difficult for me
spit on the mic
So of course I got inspired
And begin to write for the Messiah
Holy Spirit Anointing lyrics
Taking you higher
I was privileged
To roam
of course, I got inspired
And begin to write for the Messiah
Holy Spirit Anointing lyrics
Taking you higher
I was privileged
To roam through my hood village
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its the man came here to change my plans
Conspiracies are really theories
Made up by a master of plans
society and die free
With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks
And wrists the God is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch
And all my people wish
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
Coming back home to 311 and reminiscing
Was sneaking out when Nana told me I never listen
Roam the streets with Philly I wouldn't get permission
Our
grown
Only talk to my prince on the phone
Free J.B. bitch he on his way home
Gotta stick to the code, no matter the weather this clip in my Glock gone be
from
Grieving in the street
Cautious
I'm getting nauseous
By them losses you receiving
Expected better
You told detectives everything
Except the weather
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