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B.B. Jay

Universal Concussion

  gospel  inspirational rap  gospel rap  christin
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Текст песни B.B. Jay - Universal Concussion

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Yeah, Come onBlame God, blame GodThats right, come onBlame God, blame GodYeah, come onBlame God, blame God[B.B. Jay]Sound the alarm `cuz I`m dropping the bombB.B. Jay`s like the fine Don CorleonOff gaurd, know I caught all y`all, didn`t I?Humbug, fat track, took you like a drugRotate the love, I`m about to rule in a minuteGraves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in itProfile of a thug is the worse like a curseYou doomed you done, room enough for oneGotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous todayIts gonna take more than that for you to hinder my prayJe-sus, give `em the praise for the great things he has doneNone can stop, we as oneGospel bad boy rule like Buju BantonOpen ya eyes and recognize who I am sonCause of Christ I`m jiggy laced in iceRoll tighter than the vice, sanctified for life[Hook: B.B. Jay]Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like thatDon`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like thatDon`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God)Who da` blame? (Blame God)Don`t be mad `cuz I`m fat like thatDon`t be mad `cuz I`m blessed like thatDon`t be mad `cuz yo` style is wack (Blame God)Who da` blame? (Blame God)[B.B. Jay]I`m not your average mediocre joker trying to be hardOr be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream y`allRecall the work and the sweat, love and the debtTears through the years and all my family and peers who got wetRegret, a lot of thingsNever sweat, a lot of thingsUnderstand, be the man to cause of a lotta thingsDiamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn`t intrigue usIt`s a fact crack kills, real, we need JesusHow you feel, peel a hundred bill off ya knotHead, so hungry you can hear their stomach growlDown the block, on the real moneyA little money never make you hotJust like you can get moneyMoney, you can get gotBelieve dat, easy like a nine to ya mindOn a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street lightBe like on the neutral side, representin ChristYou know the one who crucified, time for change, babyHook[B.B. Jay]When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesomeDon`t be mad at fat dad `cuz you walkinWhen you had a job shoulda paid yo` tithesBut nah, you was too busy clockin mineNow I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us My whole team get more cream than bank banditsG-O-S-P-E-L I`m preachin thatLand Cruiser fully loaded, I`m peepin thatCredit forget it, co-signer never thatI want it daddy, cash to carry gimme thatTwenty years po` black, now I`m phatNon-believers where they at, I shut that trapHeart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors`Cuz of Jeee-sus, we just stackin paperBy the truckloads, on silk sheets I doseLike the presidentOrder what you want, I own the restaurantThe capital G, O-D be the gloryUhh, universal concussion, end of storyHook

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