Made this FULL song on my phone. Jesus Like
Can't You See It (Lyrics) ::produced by Jesus Blanco::
Jesus Nature
Jesus RawSkin
Certified Jesus
Jesus Mignon
Slim Jesus
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Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Umm run it back
Ok
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Jesus in the trap
Uh ok, just another Jesus rap
Jesus, Jesus Jesus Jesus
Hello honey
My gut skinny
My feet funny
I don't dougie
I buy Huggies
My son love me
My nose stuffy, when his runny
My hoe gully
I rose for me
My toes ugly
My asshole muddy
If I'm sick, I gotta tip, or leave the bowl bloody
Pistol grip gold, bullets take my soul from me
Police tryna get a hold of me
Im fertilizing ovaries
This some Jesus type of shit the wicked style that come from overseas
Bitches bitch and suckas choke on me
A pretty lady notice me
Hopefully she openly
My dick and brain just won't agree
I'm so high, alright, baby doll my nose don't bleed
Murder pussy vocally
While I'm swerving down your local streets
Wait, wait wait, wait, wait
Wait, I'm cold like poles and Tony's frosted flakes
My pinky froze, it's gaining weight, see it from outer space
Open the gates for satan, Lucifer right down this way
I love Lucy, do-si-do with angels I replace
I find my wings and pray to God that I don't lose my faith
Vibrating accolades that I obtained on battle day
Listen, my bitch freaky, don't touch it
I eat, a dirty beat, no Douglas
Turn up, to the youth Bring da Ruckus
It's the only thing I knew when I was coming up, the RZA kept the trunk dumpin'
My tongue rugged
I keep the funk thuggin
My blunts onions
This the type of shit that make you people move in public
This the type of shit the chef been fillin' up the oven with
Shawty whippin butter sticks
Catch a shawty gut it quick
Hunting fish, wondering why my tummy itch
Running from the government
Cover up my stutter when they ask me where my money is
Prolly in Guantanamo, paying for the punishment of terrorist, impossible
See em rockin coppin clothes
Kickin me like soccer goals
Killin off some hostage hoes
Flippin rocks and obstacles
Police knock and poppin chrome
I'm duckin under foxy holes
Growing locks and pots of gold and green
Under God my holy seed
One beyond the pope you see
Yo holy ghost approach the seat
So Jesus hold your son and groceries
Fold your knees propose to me with folded weed and coco leaves
Water, heat, and Ovaltine
Pour codeine, I oversleep
Morphine for my soldiers creeping
Mexico just for the weekend
Jeugan con muchachas en mañana, still perform the evening
Soy Jesús, tú papa, fuck a formal greeting
Abnormal corpses speaking
