They say that Jesus loves you What about me And they say that money breaks you Well, I still wanna see They say that you're only half-alive Till you
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Traduzione: Gioiello. Gesù ti ama.
spot, the beat got the world fartin' for me When I spit you know I always love to gun a shit hard While you loving, hating niggas trying to tarnish the
ending. You are the one I love the most. It's you I'll love forever. You are the one that I adore. With your extraordinary love I'm finding it so easy
] Sometimes you may hear me writin that next shit Different from how some rhyme You like it when I write that hit You love it when I write that shit Sure
d say "Baby, Grandma understands. That you really love that man. Put yourself in Jesus' hands." Grandma's hands Couldn't wait till Sunday morning (oh baby don't you
nice man He said "Jewel, I don't think you quite understand" * And I'm sorry if you had to explain it like this I'm sorry I was a point you were destined
four Blood, strength, through the Clan, wear the colors of our black Love our mothers, love our dads, sister drug out on that glass You ain't mad when
always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) [vocals get louder] We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you
when you said we'd marry The wilder shores of love The tide, it changes fast Ah when you're fast it never lasts I cannot read between your lines You
hate to see you cry, but I love it when you cry for me I told you life is comedy, you gotta love the irony I told you life is comedy, you gotta love the
trippin or somethin My coat I button, keep it down like a dungeon You could call me the cough medicine curmudgeon Frankly, the feeling's fucking fantastic I'm tripping like Jesus
always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) {vocals get louder} We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you
Hell, I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight You've got to feel it Aw, you soundin' good They say we can't be livin' like this
ma From the cars to the jewels, what clarity ha Stick with me, show you life, that's out of this world And I ain't lyin' to you, love, I only lie to
You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too, n-gga? Well you need to Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4) FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped
do Maybe he'll discover you Look 'em like a couple of jewels Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini
