, another time to pray A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away Another sermon, another hymn to sing And on her hand a golden ring On across
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you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, think that they ain't got to pick a career Guess they plan on
streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
, might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without asking she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias, tucked into her
to see that little girl Slipped off a ring of silver, slipped on a ring of gold With a twenty-carat diamond that was carved into a rose An ivory-stemmed
a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine sniffing up drugs all in her
hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe Back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin' ring ain't somethin', I'ma hand a hoe Do money grow on
She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned Now she
weight the gold of meditation This chapter's gonna to be a close one Smoke rings I know your gonna blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands
with me, and boy you're doomed I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room 'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Like a 357 pointed at your dome
a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on With a little squeze, but it's just a tease Give her some time, she'll be on her knees Then I'll pick her
get my shoot on, so I'm a scoot on Over to the next bitch, say her name is Texas She fly but she wasn't the sexiest She had a hoe with her named 'Bama
in a drought connected with the Don & copped one from SuaveHouse Betta bet ya stepped on it cause last year ya slept on her but now I'm up on her givin' golden
Gotti still love the game My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo
Jones would surely die But she lived long enough for her to testify Now Walter Browning was a happy married man He wore a golden wedding ring upon his hand