Lyrics:
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah, yeah)
I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
(Oh why)
Oh woah I, oh woah why (Oh why)
Oh woah why yeah
With all the finest things in this life
I only want God is what I want
Only want a girl by my
the narrow path we know God is directing it
Evils of this earth at a record high they are prevalent
But it's ok because the ends already destined
By his death
sermon
And I ain't never got two things that match
Kool aid no sugar
So even if it was Twosday
Me and Debbie wouldn't be a couple
That's ham
No burger
This
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
about a boy like Hugh Grant
Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
I campaign hardly
My damn chain glitter
about a boy like Hugh Grant
Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
I campaign hardly
My damn chain glitter
You see that
What the heck is that thing
Well it looks like a boat no
I think it's a truck
No that's not it
Could it be a boat truck
I'm headed
life worthwhile
Step by step
Getting better by the day
Step by step
playing frank on the way
With a lil bit ye
Kendrick and cole
Bump john legend
Kittle,
cnd adored by more women than four Mormon polygamists.
(Ha!)
Pardon my pompous,
I can't seem to give a fuck about any part of your nonsense,
John
hate it's a curse
Jesus said, in JohN 15 at the 18th verse. If the world hate ya
Keep in mind they hated me first
I bring the truth up in this booth
over, Coroner come roll him over
And I don't just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter dog is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how
roll 'em over
And I don't just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter dog is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel
Platinum,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
and mercy
This is not what I would rather be
Maganoo and St nick we be talking shit
Y'all think I'm kidding? It's not big thing
But if you love who you
Are
truth is this
If it’s worth more than God’s co-sign, it’s foolishness
I’m either for the Savior or not
With black youth being sold for sex or shot by
these three words. Say this!
All is well
All is well
All is well
I just want to thank you Lord!
© Joste Music (ASCAP), Arr. by John P. Redmon Music
Gladiator
John John in the motherfuckin' booth
With my brother the
Fucking gladiator every time we in this
Bitch, day one shit
A1 shit big homie tell
five by three point five
It's taken its toll and shaken the whole family.
Poor cousin John still cries in the rain,
Coz no-one can explain this
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was coppin' dubs
mainstream
Up on the main scene
Now I gotta do my own thing
Pronounce the facts
Or renounce my act
Pouncin' on cash
Behind me on this path
Bound to be badass
in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
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