Holiday for two beautiful furniture powdered gun drifting up inside Cretaceous man become just what I am Now don't move, don't move Ooooh don't move
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it down like this Verse One: You see I don't like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move
only truth Breathe in Breathe out There is no sound We move together up and down We levitate our bodies soar Our feet don't even touch the floor And
made me sicker So when the heat's on we don't get pre-game jitters, uh-uh We go to work man, diggin' in dirt, we took 'em to church We're checkin' in
don’t sleep Far from a goat, more like a black sheep Lamb of god, and it’s odd That allah is a man that don’t need a tan And you can’t stand when I talk
I don't need you to be my possession And I won't make you kneel For anyone But me I won't promise a star Don't promise your soul Well say that we don
spot get hot don't stop, move shop Find another block restock and take it from the top now [Chorus Repeat 2x] Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do Fuck tha game don't
don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask
don't drink the drama A sip of Dom Tyler-Perry-on You gon marry my mom look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms And I did take little man to church
same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved
tawdy mountain Stallion on its water on the shore I can't get off of these moving lights off the face No, I can't get all those little moving lights
all was (Chorus) But niggas still talk about me (talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me I made them read about me (read about me) Don't give a fuck
I forgot something important Can't have a problem with me I fade it to black like church slacks Now I'm in the Range, no Cadillac So you don't want it
down to our foreheads Jam curls, splits, dorags and pin curls yes Sexy boys walking round showing interest In what i don't know coz we all had flat chests Don't
and already it's a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K.B. Baby won't you just quit the contemplating
really don't love you Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga Ain't nothin' changed
