1 - JR. Gong] These later days in Babylon As I watch your children grow And the years them carry on And I miss you even more Still I send them go to
Just to steal your soul away I don't want no one Messing with my woman But just the same I don't see nobody Fooling with you If you're snowblind Madonna
like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers, and bangers and the most dangerous criminals and I feel like I'm more
fit you, they don't feel you You're taking this shit too far (sniff) Who do you think you are? In my suit up in the armoire Everyday I hate you more and more
, and respond immediately And order the mask til they want a war, don't start a war Shit not no more, we done scared em off, there are no more Victims
immediately in order to master the art of war don't start a war shit not no more we done scared them off there are no more victims to sic I'm fixing
Collection straight from the heart und furs Gefuhl Die meisten Kunstler unsrer Platten fast so schwarz wie das Vinyl In den Charts warn zu der Zeit Madonna
it, quite like I did it If you did it I done it before, you get I had it Got mad at it and don't want it no more And that goes for everything from flippin
: (feat. Madonna) [Intro: Pharrell] Oh... um... Wha? Hehe... Let's dance... again [Verse 1:] [Madonna:] Don't sit there like some silly girl... If
You ain't get the memo, Yeezy's back in style Now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget What's more tripped out though is they sisters Nah, you ain
: I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro
young ones show regression Adolescence learn adult lessons of cult progression Out in Bohemian Grove, nina's and robes Bathin' in no clothes, goat heads of more
plottin for the top spot and that's what we got Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow (yeah) Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what
JR. Gong] These later days in Babylon As I watch your children grow And the years them carry on And I miss you even more Still I send them go to school
did he touch her bra, when I say nah they say ahh So tommorrow I use that pressure to undress her But the more I caress her, more I feel like a molester
) Candy shop (candy shop) Everything (everything) That I got (that I got) I'll be your one stop (one stop) Candy store (candy store) Lollipop (lollipop) Have some more (have some more
was deadly certain His thoughts for me weren't kind A switchblade in his pocket Murder on his mind Blessed St. Theresa the whore of Babylon Madonna
Of Love Yeah I'm The High Priest Of Love Blah Blah Will If Loves What U Want Baby I Got The Stuff My Girlfriends Tell Me I Got More Than Enough I'm More