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JOHN MICHAEL TALBOT
Communion Song Lyrics

Take this bread
Take this bread it is My body
Broken for you
Take this cup
Take this cup it is My blood
That is shed for you”
If we proclaim the death of Jesus
We shall rise with Him to live forever
To live with Him forever

But with this bread
With this bread we must be broken
With this bread
And with this cup
With this cup our lives must be given
With this cup
If we proclaim the rising of Jesus
We must die with Him to live forever
We shall live, we shall live forever

Christ has died, Christ has risen
Christ will come again
And dying
He destroyed our dying
And rising
He brings new life again
Come Lord Jesus, come again
Come Lord Jesus, come again

So we offer to you now our Father
This cup of new wine and this bread
And may all who share the Lord’s death
Be resurrected with Him
Lord Jesus send now your Spirit
Come fill our new life with Your love
As the bread and the wine are one
May Your people be one

So let the people sing Amen
Let the people sing Amen
Let the people sing Amen
Sing Amen
Let the people sing Amen
Let the people sing Amen
Let the people sing Amen
Sing Amen

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Bag

Funny, you can’t turn me down
I already know nobody don’t got my back
Yeah, yeah.
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Ooh
Boy, you cappin
Boy, you cappin
Ooh, you ain’t put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don’t trip ’bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my baaag.
30 rounds in my mag
f*ck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil b*tch on a jet
Then sucked my dick in your lap, yeah
Smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin’ way faster than the Dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
f*cking your b*tch, no fag
So f*ck nigga better relax, ’cause everything I say facts
I skate on a b*tch like Vans
Been wearing them shits ..
Ridin’ ’round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
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Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
f*ck around, hunt you
Kick s**t, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Throwing my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty b*tches at the fountain blue
Psychic clowns, too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can’t wait to embarrass you
I was thuggin’ like a bastard too
I f*ck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe (Uh, yeah)
Wrist on froze like “Ouch”
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your b*tch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel on her panties
My flow ..
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bastard
I told her we married
But I’m never ‘gone marry her
I married the money and karats
I’m not tryna embarrass ya.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacksss.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
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50 CENT
Get Out The Club Lyrics

[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha

[50 Cent]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you

[50 Cent]
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don’t you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain’t P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I’m gone show em now
I’m gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it’s goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don’t give a f**k nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you’ll die if you push me
Nigga you know I’m holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I’m ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends’ll kick a nigga do’ down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we f**k around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
f**k around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip “Cuz”, call a Blood “Dawg”
I aint bangin so I holla like “Wat up yall?”
Bitches know I be buggin when they don’t show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I’m around motherf**kas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherf**kin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH

[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 shit motherf**ker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can’t eat, nigga can’t sleep, nigga can’t do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I’ll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherf**ka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I’ma see you

Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You f**ked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don’t care how much you pray
Nigga I don’t care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa

STUCK MOJO
Tears Lyrics

All that money there shouldn’t be no tears, dry your eyes sfter so many tries.

Celebrity status you’re the saddest, wasn’t that O.J. case one of the maddest?!

Fallen stars disregard, some lead by example, others go too far.

Until behind bars was in the realm of untouchables but you got touched now shut up!

There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

Design buy a higher being cry and whine, but nobody’s dropping.
Bang bang biggie Tupac the bully master scheme

Dime feel no sorrow cause they knew they weren’t promised tomorrow
Propaganda wrecking you like Panzers

But like the desert fox you can be destroyed.

Sneaking up on you like the Trojans did Troy.

We couldn’t trust Marv like the barber named Floyed?!
There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

Cry baby cry, dry your lying eyes

Cry baby cry, with every tear I fear

Cry baby cry, what a nice try

Cry baby cry, what’s that in your eye?

A lie formulating, you’ve been busted this time!

There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

STORMWITCH
Jonathan’s Diary Lyrics

Dark, strange Transylvania
Mysterious land
Where the Death’s close at hand
The journey has come to an end
The coach arrives at the castle
He gets out and stares
Up the tumble-down stairs
The walls are veiled in gloomy air

He’s standing at the gate
Beyond someone’s appearing
Whispering: "I have been waiting
Enter of your own accord
Eat and drink, tell me
Something ’bout your land
I’m interested in England
Show me the plans you have brought"

"Now, it’s time to retire
I think that you need
A rest that is deep!"
But Jonathan can’t fall asleep
Fog ascends from the valley
There is no doubt
The wolves roam about, with flames
In their eyes they swarm out

Nightmares strangle his neck
Make his heart scared
He’s turning about while
A voice blares: "Don’t think
That you are still free!"
No key to open the door
There is no key to leave this
Damned castle at once, he knows
That there’s no chance to flee

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary

Now a new day is dawning
The sky is aglow, my diary knows
The things that have happened ago
Watch out for his shadow
His fingers of ice
The greed in his eyes
He is the bat in disguise

Warning, with the help of the
Gipsy he’s leaving, the coffins
Are gone, he’s intending
To get to a new hunting-ground
London, watch out
His hunger’s abandoned
There is no use if you run and
Hide yourself you will be found

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary