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Translation: Rea, Chris. Bless Them All.
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an orphan All you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion" Them types
King and sons of God Travel on their way from the earth Coming restless mile Easing all of them, all of them for you Strange times are here Strange times
everything to me You never left my side You're my best friend I love you so much Yes, you are You're my best friend Since the beginning of time All you did was bless
Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all
kids pickin' up pennies and nickels 'Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny Gotta be spendin' We all
award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all
and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press, who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin' All
and Diddy together you bankrupted (Come On) [P. Diddy] Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!) [Busta Rhymes] Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all
taste of the finest wine Every minute that we have's a blessing to me And in your heart you's a "Child of Destiny" (that's right) Them hot summers that
karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all
see Breaking shit down in all actuality All y'all niggas who misbehave Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones
you bankrupted (Come On) [P. Diddy] Fly niggas we full of finesse y'all (Yeah!) [Busta Rhymes] Me and my nigga is fittin to bless y'all (Come On) Don
