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Heaven's Arms Lyrics

from Jesus Piece

"Heaven's Arms" is track #7 on the album Jesus Piece. It was written by Taylor, Jayceon / Valenzano, Marcello / Benton, Stanley / Lyon, Andre.
"Heaven's Arms" is track #7 on the album Jesus Piece. It was written by Taylor, Jayceon / Valenzano, Marcello / Benton, Stanley / Lyon, Andre.

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Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, youve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heavens arms)
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French
but Im on my Nas shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch,
she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
Im rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it cause shes far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she aint gotta be strippin
Its money so I aint trippin, this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored,
my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin around with my paper, cuz I...
Hard bottom Ferragamos,
IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though,
three-story condo
IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin Cheeba, feeding divas McDonalds
All the way in Milano, ashin out Cohibas
Fuckin in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin high notes
Throwin Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15s in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince,
Im pulling strings like Carlos
now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin Ciroc off my Loubis with my Gucci bandana, cuz I...
Kanye with Kim now, Im happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin to Pac, now Im rappin for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, Im trappin for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha nem,
rose Phantom pushin em
Splittin Louisville Sluggers open, puttin kush in em
Aint forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama cant speak on it cause the governments shushin him
But thats my nigga though,
still stackin figures
So one day Im top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti,
Florida State Seminole
Im out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought Id be legendary, but fuck it Im in it so


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