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Save Your Tears

Wannabe Ib Uibii

Rumba

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Lyrics : Yes, I tote that holy fye. Holy rod , Holy rod Holy rod. Yes, I took that holey fye. We gon' box him out. Just like basketball. Why he playin' foul? Why you hatin' on me? I'm God's child. Eat the word up Like I'm down south,You on demon time, you a problem child. Everything ain't by the dollar sign.I tote the nine, it is my rod. Devil a boy, he gon' get shot. Jeze a thot, gon' get you a woman of God. Holy drippin', I'm bow-tied demons all up in my comments I got God all on my conscious pick up the cross holy club, but this ain’t golf Devil cap that boy he soft. Holy water sippin', this ain't Voss. Devil kept that boy Ha ha ha ha ha. Devil cap that boy Rick Ross's his tummy big. You know I'm out the way. I be where the money is. You know I smoke a demon, just like a pack of cigs. That boy sold his soul, he ran on rapper wigs. You already know what it is, I'm with Jesus, we go for the win, yeah. You know we getting it in, you know that we did it and did it and did it again. You know we running from sin, now we look like gingerbread men. You know we step on a demon, on his head like a headband. 
Chorus.

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