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Still The Greatest

STILL THE GREATEST

Lyrics:

Ferb

I have beef with Finneas and he ain’t even said a word
Falling for child stars is just wishing to get hurt
Eatin’ Disney veggies seems to barely rarely sprout
Not Dylan with cold Justins who never close they mouths
Pop Pop, gang is rockin Miley now wow
Pop Pop, don’t think we forgot you jocked her style
Blonde bond wrong Benny belongs on Bland Songs
Wander ones wand to identify what magically made em strong

I have beef with Finneas and he ain’t even said a word
Falling for child stars is just wishing to get hurt
Eatin’ Disney veggies seems to barely rarely Sprouse
Not Dylan with Cole, Justins

Pop Pop
I wouldn’t be scared of loving you if loving me was easy
You wouldn’t be loving me if my fetish was that you tease me
Sometimes people love people more than people love to be equal
Sometimes love isn’t equivalent to lust and sometimes it feels evil
You’re so deceitful 
Why you cryin’
You see beauty?
Why you lyin’
Lemme cook let’s revise this cuz I’ll keep it Martin Short
I’m Tommy tall, rip, you stay with Coles like it’s a sport
Maintenance way too high for your standards to maintain low
Wonder why when I wander my wand waverly your versatility doesn’t show
When haters was bein slow
I’d stand right there to glow
Defend that you could blow
Only goes to show
Man can make woman rich if mans willing to stay po’ woe

I have beef with Finneas and he ain’t even said a word
Falling for child stars is just wishing to get hurt
Eatin’ Disney veggies seems to barely rarely sprouts
Not Dylan with cold Justins who never close they mouths
Pop Pop, gang is rockin Miley now wow
Pop Pop, don’t think we forgot you jocked her style
Blonde bond wrong Benny belongs on Bland Songs
Wander ones wand to identify what magically made em strong
Pop Pop, gang is rockin Miley now wow
Pop Pop, don’t think we forgot you jocked her style
Pop Pop, gang is rockin Miley now wow
Pop Pop, don’t think we forgot you jocked her style
I have beef with Finneas and he ain’t even said a word
Falling for child stars is just wishing to get hurt
Eatin’ Disney veggies seems to barely rarely sprout
Not Dylan with cold Justins who never close they mouth
Pop Pop
It’s routine to have wishes, to have dreems
If not magically it should come so naturally
It’s routine to have wishes, to have dreems
If not magically it should come so naturally

i have beef witcho bro billy

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no words (ft. gnash)

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this that chill revolutionary jam (Open Verse)

Lyrics-

Can you make yo bed?
This sheet keep on crumblin
When this play in yo head
Just sing cuz

Can I make yo bed?
Folded sheet keep stumblin
When she sing this song
Envious men fumblin’
Tryna get a woman who knows nothin 
Bout depending on a man
You can’t get this lady bein crazy
That’s shxt so dead

Can you make yo bed?
This sheet keep on crumblin
When this play in yo head
Just know that I folded

Can I make yo bed?
Folded sheet keep stumblin

Tryna get a woman who knows nothin 
Bout depending on a man
You can’t get this lady bein crazy
That’s shxt so dead

Dependence Day

Lyrics-

Uh
Yea
Thank you lord for this sword & this armor
Had a cool fit on but to be righteous this is harder
I feel like can go further or farther; no longer weighed down
A descendant of David, project these projects with a great sound
And if it make pounds, here’s tithes & offering 
10% of me, show stoppin, so that lackluster 90 can stop droppin
If he pop in, best believe a believer bowed down
If he drop pin, I may just look foreign roun town

Thank you Jesus for this Bible
Thank you Christ for being my idol
King of Kings & My Almighty Savior is your title
I love you so much the Devil not even my rival

I only talk it
Cuz my faith my drip
HUMBLE so I sit
But I still don’t get picked
On the inside y’all broke, both in & out I’m rich
Be accountable of your wealth i bank on it that I spit
I only talk it
Cuz my faith my drip
HUMBLE so I sit
But I still don’t get picked
On the inside y’all broke, both in & out I’m rich
Be accountable of your wealth i bank on it that I spit

Proverbs 31 that’s the woman that he want
Don’t know what she be on, want a man then look @ God
Author of my salvation, I’m still pray that I make it
They clothe us is damnation, we all used to be naked
Well just 2 of us
In the beninging
I want Paradise
Not no bling bling
Shine!

Thank you Jesus for this Bible
Thank you Christ for being my idol
King of Kings & My Almighty Savior is your title
The Devil not even my rival

I only talk it
Cuz my faith my drip
HUMBLE so I sit
But I still don’t get picked
On the inside y’all broke, both in & out I’m rich
Be accountable of your wealth i bank on it that I spit

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this that chill revolutionary jam (Open Verse)

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