paroles de chanson LUV U - Francis Jay , Thato Saul , Dooushii
Lord
forgive
me
I'm
a
sinner
A
bonafide
spitter
How
could
I
take
it
all
laying
down
Of
course
I'mma
sit
up
All
these
niggas
are
wishing
to
Eat
your
course
and
your
dinner
Think
presidential
You
thinking
bout
your
cars
getting
dimmer
Under
my
eye
there's
a
scratch
Your
boy's
been
a
vinyl
Repercussions
of
street
fighting
With
some
toys
like
a
final
If
I
feel
heated
I
will
proceed
And
destroy
all
your
vital
Knuckle
or
rifle
Pick
a
way
to
shorten
survival
I
say
fuck
the
polices
Let
me
talk
up
to
Jesus
I
see
you
in
myself
and
on
my
future
jewelry
pieces
Ducking
correction
Getting
my
street
cred
in
collection
Make
a
connection
Its
hell
when
you
got
my
complexion
Tell
me
the
verdict
Niggas
know
the
price
to
pay
cause
they've
heard
it
But
the
satisfaction
is
deep
When
the
street
cred
you've
earned
it
I
glide
on
the
surface
of
drama,
I
pick
karma
on
purpose
Burn
like
a
furnace
My
fever
making
all
of
you
nervous
I
will
come
and
damage
Pretty
sure
you
gone
need
a
bandage
Take
little
respect
for
rappers
walking
around
like
a
pageant
Can
you
imagine
my
angels
and
My
demons
are
matching
in
efforts
passion
They
trying
to
get
me
and
their
team
latching
I'm
bringing
my
batch
in
What
I
cook
will
provoke
some
action
You
rappers
tire
Meaning
that
you
do
it
for
traction
I
keep
it
eight
more
than
ninety
two
I
keep
my
crew
from
a
faction
Keep
my
compassion
Get
my
coupe
the
key
to
attraction
My
pain
self
inflicted
I'll
never
get
my
drama
evicted
I
should've
probably
took
the
hate
The
hood
gave
and
then
flipped
it
If
I
go
to
prison
The
judge
throw
me
inside
a
prism
A
jail
cell
steel
bars
with
a
basin
and
pot
to
piss
in
I
could've
taken
my
chances
and
took
my
pot
of
gold
But
rather
took
my
homies
fashion
and
got
my
parole
Cause
on
my
street
corners
when
drama
hit
I
don't
fold
My
pops
wishing
that
I
was
never
built
from
this
mold
Self
infliction
is
a
wonder
what
a
beautiful
blunder
When
you
chasing
the
heat
you
gotta
be
up
be
up
acting
cold
The
more
that
I
run
up
this
hood
with
pistols
possible
I
could
get
shot
in
my
head
My
mama
go,
oh
I
thank
God
for
keeping
me
safe
Might
be
odd
but
oh
I'm
great
All
I
know
is
I
don't
need
much
I
know
you
down
but
why
your
feet
up
At
night
I
pray
Hope
things
will
change
for
you
Come
better
days
Come
better
days
for
you
Look
at
my
face
And
you
and
I
know
the
truth
They
can't
take
it
out
of
you
yeah
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