Lyrics:
Is someone petrified
That odor's old
His body and blood
Sharing in common
His body and blood
His body and blood
Serving Messiah ooh
His body
for?
Who are we serving?
What can we do?
What's our mission?
What are we here for?
Who are we serving?
What can we do?
He bumps into a teenage
keep serving
& your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Sex power & wealth, so fuck everything else
Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole
hope in the water
Not even for me
Your last serving daughter
Why fear death, be scared of living
Our hearts are small and ever thinning
There is
Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)
Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Serving Jesus is my desire
I'm digging deeper, I'm searching higher
Re-exam what I believe
There's more to faith than what I receive
Serving Jesus
scrap. We just still, we just still.
He say that he a gangsta, but I heard a nigga smacked him.
They say that I be rapping like I'm still serving em
Killing people overseas
Even if they’re not a threat
Behold murderous greed
And don’t forget the debt now
We are serving the merchants of death
serving me your poison meal
And I know that you're making me sick
I can feel your love is real
But I know that you're making me sick
Boy, you're
Worthy
Baby, it's you plus me (ohh, oh)
I want to give you a serving
'Cause I know you got that, I know you got that
Dirty, dirty for me (yeah)
serving yay to make it straight
You my bae
You my bae
You my bae
Ambitious, I am vicious
If you watching arms in the party you can't miss us
Watch this
serving jays
Crack rock i'm finessing for the block
'cause a nigga really hot
Turn a Rari to a Bent, turn a Bent to a Block
For the love of the money, for
you're tired
Baddest bitch gon' worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god's
Fresh out the motherfuckin' stove serving
That ya ya ya
You
Makin' dreams come true
What else can I do
I hope you enjoy your day
I wish you a pleasant stay
You ask if I like leisure
But serving you is my
Just hit my phone
You know that I'm working
It aint no question
They know that we serving
Having whatever you want
Thats for certain
Come get these
want it this much
I cannot resist the warmth of your hips
A single serving is never enough
'Cause I'm addicted to your touch
My schedule is yours
These are my Cullinan keys (skrrt)
I crank up the car, I don't drive (drive)
Too rich for my feet to be hittin' on a pedal
Serving that raw like it's
Purple Haze got my nigga leaning
Now he swerving
Hit the plug
Re up for another serving
Ushy Gushy
Roll a pound then blow it down
Ushy Gushy
Roll
100 bands... just to rap
I'm serving up... get a pack
She let me fuck... got attached
If you put it up... I can match
100 bands... just to rap
I'm
Serving the fiends outside of back
Lil baby I got racks
Racks on racks
Fully intact hitting my bitch
Straight from the back
Lil baby I got packs
Packs
crunch time
Serve em' like racks while I'm looking at the umpire
(Shrock)
Morning with it I'm up early, serving
Birdy flipping , she got covered its
Ndiwe Wenyu
Truly yours
Gulli
Boom bam room boom
In my zone
Full time
Dreaming
Serving
Non-stop energy
Imma get it on
F Armageddon
In my zone
Full
Yuh ok
Yeah
Yuh ok
Yeah
Pull up with the clique
And thats for realer
Catch me on the block slanging Sha like a dealer
I was serving fiends out in
I've been plotting on this money need to double up
Custo bang my line serving grams need to double up
I've been on a mission ever since I was a lil
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