Oh, The Blood Of Jesus Lyrics By Brooklyn Tabernacle
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob. Cash out when I want it, yeah (Huh). Can't stay the night I'm not the type to be on Skype. Words by William Cowper (1771). And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more. The money got blood all on it, yeah (Yeah). But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you. But just one drop of his precious blood it covered it all. In my brand new benz. Them niggas hungry and they need a meal card. Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back. Ten years later still don't know shot up my Hummer. Oh, The Blood Of Jesus Lyrics by Brooklyn Tabernacle. You praise the Lord, it's all you say. LEAD: HANNEMAN, KING].
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I'm bout to drop the top so I can feel the summer breeze. When your life is out of time. Sometimes when we're weary we might stumble and fall. His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold. La crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be.
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Bones and blood lie on the ground. The waves of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies. She make my dick stand up, I push them legs way back.
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And if you ain't getting money I don't wanna talk to ya. Sadist of the noblest blood. I drop the top on my Rolls Royce, I ride past the prison. Transforming of five toes to two. Put my AP and my Rollie on when they bury me. A nigga need me, I don't need no nigga. Said I'm the best A&R that's in the business (It's Gucci). Surgery, with no anesthesia. Endangered species end the human race.
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I'm mixin' codeine pills and molly in a lemonade. 8, p. 2, gives the credit to Rudyard Kipling, but it appears to be an unattributed rewriting of his 1893 poem "The Song of the Dead". I still think about the day that I was robbed. Cause imma work you out and I'm not talking bout the gym. I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci. I'm a part time rapper, I'm a full time owner. A figure in white unknown by man. Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Jay Bennett & Jeff Tweedy. © Copyright Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI), Warner-Tamerlane/Words-Ampersand (BMI), & You Want A Piece of This Music (ASCAP). I'll send you to your maker. Elisha A. Hoffman, 1878. Blood all on it lyrics meaning. Human mice, for the Angel of Death. All the die for riders tap in) (Saucy on the beat) (Red rag, burgundy flag all that) (I'm finna blood this bitch) I be blood, blood, blood. But I bend I don't break, I don't ask I take.
She look like God sent her from Heaven, but she fine as hell (Bad). Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please. Answer his every command. But I'm out here making these millions, bitch. Scared of me, you better be. Stupid is stupid, Dumb is dumb, Bloody is bloody, Cum is cum, Fake is fake, A dick is a dick, You're a target in the new demographic. Grandfather, weary* soul, you'll fly.