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slatt
oh he talking down on God? it dont even matter
hit him with a KJV in his tire, bet it get flatter
shot that lil boy in his foot, tried to kick my door in
fill em up with that lead, i dont tote no pen
yea, Bible rip through his walls like a fn
5.56 NLT, you know im waring
ye, you know im waring in the spiritual, i aint snoring
cast them demon back to hell, you know that they deported
ahh, hit his lip
ahh, 5.56
and im in the tabernacle, i aint talking bout no tent
shouldn't need to go to church to get intimate with my God
with my God
with my God
burger king french fries
lil boy ran up and he died
Bible poles, not no rods
high off the Spirit catch me in the sky
got repent, ya time is ticking, ye you running out of time

off the Word, not no perc
i had to step back like jerk
he was lurking so i popped
preach that Gospel, im gon work
im gon work
put him on a shirt
send that boy to hell, he burnt
that boy lame he a sherm

slatt
oh he talking down on God? it dont even matter
hit him with a KJV in his tire, bet it get flatter
shot that lil boy in his foot, tried to kick my door in
fill em up with that lead, i dont tote no pen
yea, Bible rip through his walls like a fn
5.56 NLT, you know im waring
ye, you know im waring in the spiritual, i aint snoring
cast them demon back to hell, you know that they deported
ahh, hit his lip
ahh, 5.56
and im in the tabernacle, i aint talking bout no tent
shouldn't need to go to church to get intimate with my God
with my God
with my God
burger king french fries
lil boy ran up and he died
Bible poles, not no rods
high off the Spirit catch me in the sky
got repent, ya time is ticking, ye you running out of time

it dont even matter (prod. wnnabe)

lyrics:

Im isolated
And i cant tell if i love it or maybe i hate it
I duck my head in that supreme jacket im kader
Running out of time im finna pray now cry later
And you aint got no fye even if you did you couldn't make me
Deny Jesus Christ you trippin twin thats my savior
We pulled up spiritually rich lil twin we ball like the lakers
And i just like the text cuz twin i got nothing to say to her
And im not Jesus Christ lil twin i cannot save her
I put my heart in this song twin yeah im finna make sure
You hear that whine jumping out the cat you know the badge aint for show
You see my bruddas laying hands in prayer know the fruits aint for show
You see that sword hanging out my pants you already know how this gone go
My flesh ate a couple hollows
And yes we got plenty of those
Get from round just leave me alone
I got a hundred thoughts in my mind and its racing and im all alone
But the Holy Ghost with me
I dont roll blunts i roll 50s
C7Z you cant keep up with me
I done failed HIM so many times dont know why HE pick me
Been alone for too much time yeah cuz im
Im isolated
And i cant tell if i love it or maybe i hate it
I duck my head in that supreme jacket im kader
Running out of time im finna pray now cry later
And you aint got no fye even if you did you could not make me
Deny Jesus Christ you trippin twin thats my savior
We pulled up spiritually rich lil twin we ball like the lakers
And i just like the text cuz twin i got nothing to say to her

no mercy

pray now cry later (prod.molly)

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huh, ha, ha, hit his lip
up that brand new new king james, you know it split his lip
yea, tote that Sword on my hip
inflict that pain, you know he gon feel it
slatt, nlt hit like a sawed-off, knock him off
huh, brand new life like paul
take off his head, hang it on the wall
on that Rock, ten toes, im tall
and i tote that Rock like david, not goliath
up that Bible then i fry em
yea, then i fry em
cropping that pic, take him out the frame
casting him out, take him out the game

Yahweh or No Way, you know thats gang
he got lit up cause he kept trynna play
upping that scorch, you know ima blaze
ha, blaze yuh uh
hit em up
got a Bible tucked
2 twin KJVs and NLTs, he outta luck
KJV right in my pocket, he got thunder struck
tote that Bible on my hip and i dont need a license

hit his head top, just like sonic
knock his sense(cents) out
big ole Bible scratch his head like he had them lices
go repent ,lil boy, and stop trynna run from yo convictions
cause if you go to hell, lil boy, them flames gon be vicious

huh, ha, ha, hit his lip
up that brand new new king james, you know it split his lip
yea, tote that Sword on my hip
inflict that pain, you know he gon feel it
slatt, nlt hit like a sawed-off, knock him off
huh, brand new life like paul
take off his head, hang it on the wall
on that Rock, ten toes, im tall
and i tote that Rock like david, not goliath
up that Bible then i fry em
yea, then i fry em
cropping that pic, take him out the frame
casting him out, take him out the game

take him out the game (prod. bymarga)

jrxb4Christ🧃🫗

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