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Tradução: Joya. Jesús le ama.
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
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
Ultra (Alpha and Omega), the father Jesus Christ My everything I love you, you so right Expressions of my heart, it gets painful to think Baby why do you
I told you this was spiritual, not in yo' brain Spread love baby break that chain Pay attention to the laws, wash yo' drawers by hand if you have to Praise
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
York Stick you for your cake and your icing that tough talk? Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You
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
love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big
you livin' your dreams You gotta sell things if you're looking for fiends I got love for niggas Niggas always snaky I got love for hoes Hoes always snaky I got love
you want the cars the cash the jewels the house But you don't love it, it means to taxes regulation state law you live Above it, it means you a free hip hopper, you
Everything was suppose to be all Jesus Everything was suppose to be all Jesus But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is
love? You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you
for you, baby) Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you, baby) You and I together And we blast forever You that mother fucking bitch, Vita nigga You want me to ryde you
