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Saturday, March 14, 2015
MGT Ghetto Gospel Lyrics
If Scales weighs proof
Ima go to jail
Cause my
Kitchen got no soup
my uncle
Baking soda
I need a horse
That drop a roof
when I'm in DBN
I need a first
suits
no class when I fly
That's a private jet
No owner on a whip
I need chauffeur
Black diamond on my pearls
That's power
Syndicate every deals
With my black cops
Make money every sunday
We fear GOD
I told my daughter
That God is her real father
I told my son
That I am not his role model
Cause Life is money
And money is life
If you aint got money
You better be dead
I'm under booth
And I'm feelin'
Like a last caper
Devil on me young me
On me, trying put a halt
On me
But I'm Build with a faith
Lemme put this case to rest
L I'm the best repper
I don't write when I rep
I just read signs
Put out the dreams that I shed
From hymns that harmed
With the power of mercy
Pay respect for the presence of your king
Geezy
if a new bible wrote I be in it
I'm the testament, the truth
I'm despicable, proved.
I'm like lion on the loose
Tryana touch my shit
You will see what I'ma do
4 words for you
Geezy is the monster
Trig words for you
Beasty bea de gangster
Like cique du soleil
Plaque on the pale
I aint sold nathin'
I'm done dealin' local
When I sell abroad
Chorus
I wanna be
B.I.L.L.I.O.N.A.I.R.E *4
Verse 2 rep
I'm two in one
Like a double penetration
I flow so sick
And Ima need a brain doctor
My life is on the edge
cast the spells on me
Like this my last days
I get the Gauge on ???
Don't ask me what's wrong
Tell me what's right
Don't ask me to cum
Just direct me to clit
Pump that shit so I need
Her to squirts
So I thrown that paper
watch her Pump
Just Like machine
Don't stop that babe
She said she feelin' flabbergasted
I thrown another stack over the drawer
She likes it
Her eyes runs red and she drinks playboy
I don't like that at all
Buh I like what she do
She got a mafaken tight pussy
Walls and doors
Stripps that fussy
I'm blessed with a gong
Another mary jane
Super striking till she came
And she left with blame
All the demon are beneath
I don't smoke for this rhymez
I get high for
I don't shit for this ???
I get paid for
I'm relaxed in my mic
What's the rush for
Cause I aint eminem
I aint tryana prove shit
I aint busta rhymes
I aint tryana b giant
I'm just me
I'm juss tryana to b original
Try it too my nigger
Cause parody will kill you
Work on your shit
Lemme say amen
Glory be to God
Only him to serve my haters
Outro
Chemical proof
Geezy be the monster
I wanna be
B.I.L.L.I.O.N.A.I.R.E *4
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