Lyrics:
the actual, literal, tangible words that He has written down for me
And there's some other names He's given to me
John 15:15
He calls me, Friend
1 Thessalonians
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
E.S.G
That's right, we love gettin' this money
It's all I think about, how the fuck I'ma get paid, bitch
Makin' my mail, what the hell, whatever I
now
I'm rocking one more time young girls love my too $hort rhyme but that big fat
Girl better let that go before I point right at her and say hoe!
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
Scrolling for the likes like the highlights
But that wasn't easy
Easy
Heart breaks lead to hard days
I just want to love you
I just want to love you
Can you
I rap bout big body SRT, cause i'm gon whip that shit (i'll whip that bitch, yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not
we went on that lick
I been rappin' and snappin', I fell in love with this shit
It caught up with me, 'cause I be jackin' since I was a lil' kid
I
wanted was for them to love me
Thinking they know me and they can all spit it
Telling the world that they coulda did it
You don't know me and guess what
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
cannot drive out darkness
Only love can do that and kindness
It's never too late
Hate cannot drive out hate
Only love can do that
Love is great
Martin
My teardrops fell like rain that day
When I heard what Joni had to say
Jimmy Jimmy please don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
It's been five
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
Versace, Versace
Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati
I know that you like it
Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace
I love
I was grooving
Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's
That's 33
that's the life I chose for me
I be stickin' this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five
With the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday morning church bells ringin'
John
it's too hard
She goes home she's all alone and nobody sits by her bedside
Keeps a bat close everything broking anxiety seems to rise high
And that's
anaconda girl, all night long
Baby-girl all mi want a fi mi share a di pie
Mi watch you, every time that you pass by
So come here nuh, and stop act like you
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
Man doesn't live by bread alone but every word that proceed out the mouth of God
That's the reason that we're here in the first place
Adam (Mankind)
And not the one hidden under your bed
Because we all know
That shit harder than rock
John's son gon' make it to the top
Doesn't see what it look like
I
Mary
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in
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