] Heh, thank you Thank you and God bless Ayo, before I get outta here I want all my ladies on the left side I want y'all to sing with me for a little
're shouting so loud you barely enjoy this broken thing you're a voice that never sings, is what I say You were freezing over hell You were bringing on
They worked out all of the bugs If you have enough money you can buy love You work out in receptions here I sing sing sing these ten lords still leaping The mark on
see. Don't you take this away. I'm still wanting my face on your cheek. And when we break we'll wait for our miracle. God is a place where some holy
way I feel tonight Your words made everything drag on, and on I finally found her, and when I did I just couldn?t make things right Is this really happening, oh god
is The beginning of, the end And I won't sing one single thing till we can get this right. I'm moving on, I'm moving on. Hey mom I wrote you some soft
on [Hook: Mr. Kee] All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And
't even listen to rap Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It'
t even listen to rap Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It's
m sitting on top of the world (the whole world) And now I sing sing sing sing cause I'm sitting on top of the world And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on
our bloody deeds, in the name of destiny and the name of God And you can see them there, On Sunday morning They stand up and sing about what it
And justify our bloody deeds, In the name of Destiny And in the name of God And you can see them there On Sunday morning Stand up and sing about
'll blow (yeah) I'm teachin my little bro to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes I'll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh) Even devil worshippers got up outta the God
prams ooohh ooohh ooohh So when the mic turns on its like im trapped in a song, trying to find the right words so the whole world can sing along, and
-g-g-god dammit, pause This nigga park it fatter than santa claus (ohhh) This nigga career big like some granny drawers Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on
down, And sing this song, and sing that song, Cause god gon make a way for me to get my hustle on. [T-Pain] Going thru a lot, sittin on the block now