Lyrics:
still holdin your steel
Niggas talkin bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up"
"Oh did it? You know some more?
own...
therefore, I adopted the son of a favourite slave,
and determined to make hin my heir.
My wife however took a great dislike...
to both the mother
a mother's son, burning through my eyes
Cuz her sons in the grave and my mother in the skies
I don't bother with the why, cuz we all got an expiration
I just
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
His unforeseen half of his tree memories, he could not forget (how could I though?)
He would say he's too busy in some other city to meet his son
add these two bills together...
The gentleman who was with me will pay
Mothers
Lisetta, please be quiet
Tonio, stop that at once!
Girls
Mamma, I want
do is just see it through
It takes some grit to live this way
There’s another deal coming through
But this life’s got more than bills to pay
As long
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
I went down to the place
Where I knew, she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, "Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
Cognac N Cummerbunds
Some days tears roll as a nigga reminisce
cm I a good son and a brother to my sis
One of you helped me fight, the other helped
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
monster digits, the bills come,
it’s obsfuscated, and complicated for real son,
a minute more they come at your door now you victim
and they sitting with
of hate
Like I don't handle mine my bills straight
Yeah I ain't stopping till I'm bill gates
Till my daughter is a queen
My two sons that's tatooine
What
100k
Runnin up the bill son it quickly gave its way
But im bouncing back and im making my own name
KISS FM you can hear my on the waves Im radio played
times
Im having money conversations in the parking lot
With some real friends my brothers all right down to ride
Different mother same struggle you
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
Do You (Really) Love Life?
The unborn son
I am a fetus being created by Jesus
Fearfully and wonderfully made, Amazed at this Genius
My brain with
Knowledge is the number 1
Looking at ya smile and I can tell that you your mothers son, watch out kid
Smiling faces and compliments all they gonna show
But
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
girl, why'd you do it?
I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby
Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me
It's hard maybe
with W3 it's gone be some trouble,
Welcome to the jungle,
South Jerz, mother fucker
I can fuck you but can’t be your lover
She a freak bitch, i ain’t
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