Preacher On A Sunday Morning歌词
Kilka, kills mania,
Get used to this one,"crack"
ScottyOh yeah
I'm back on that ******t
And I say right about now
New York City.
They say is life and death, there's no future fronting.
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka,Joe is a fake
Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger.
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.
K when I battle probably throw a fake ****** parade.
I'm known!
But who gives a ******
I don't care.
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them.
******s had me thinking that
Joey is ****** up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.
Life sucks for you maybe the
Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,
I got cake but
I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets
I'm a symphony, ******s want my sympathy presiding official remedy,
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,
King of New york,
King of New
York, but we don't ever see these ******s up in
New yorkCan anybody tell me where centropey
All these so called killers try their best to dress gay.
Everybody beefing it's the same old day.
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing
New Yor back
But we the only ******s you pitch back the back (crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto
I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, ****** a phone call
I barely got a whistle[Chorus]
Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the carter.
Throw a banks and invite your friends,
Yougarentee to see a couple of ends.
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other ******s just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at madison ****** they givin group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness,
Where I keep your favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid.
I'm only speaking the truth,
******t, look what these streets
May cologilua do[Chorus]
Get used to this one,"crack"
ScottyOh yeah
I'm back on that ******t
And I say right about now
New York City.
They say is life and death, there's no future fronting.
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka,Joe is a fake
Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger.
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.
K when I battle probably throw a fake ****** parade.
I'm known!
But who gives a ******
I don't care.
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them.
******s had me thinking that
Joey is ****** up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.
Life sucks for you maybe the
Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,
I got cake but
I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets
I'm a symphony, ******s want my sympathy presiding official remedy,
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,
King of New york,
King of New
York, but we don't ever see these ******s up in
New yorkCan anybody tell me where centropey
All these so called killers try their best to dress gay.
Everybody beefing it's the same old day.
All these mixtape rappers now want to claim king
Everybody saying they are bringing
New Yor back
But we the only ******s you pitch back the back (crack!)
You hear the echo, son of a nesto
I'll let the tec blow
You should feel sky plenty like pistol, ****** a phone call
I barely got a whistle[Chorus]
Coka, there's no one harder
Get off your knees get a job at the carter.
Throw a banks and invite your friends,
Yougarentee to see a couple of ends.
See I've been getting money since who knows when
These other ******s just all pretend
You've been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs
Love at madison ****** they givin group hugs
Now let me take you to the streets of darkness,
Where I keep your favourite mc underneath my armpit the bronze kid.
I'm only speaking the truth,
******t, look what these streets
May cologilua do[Chorus]
