I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,
He appreciates your support
Praise to the heavenly lord.
What's with all this fire,
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
Fresh out the airport
You say prasie the lord
Get you high, keep it on the low
Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh
He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord
You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford
Christianity islam involve the lord
Oh, not again! another critic writing report
Ryan spits hot fire
Ay yo you wonder who i are
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