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Andy Mineo - You Will lyrics

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You Will by Andy Mineo


[Andy Mineo]
When you see me I’m in Uptown baby
Whatchu know about me?!
Oh, nothing really? Well let’s change that
See I came back, I took a break but now I break that
“Formerly Known”, yeah I made that
And them “Car-Tunez” every Saturday
Get your breakfast tell ’em (PLAY DAT!)
Yeah I got lines like barcodes
Yeah I got jokes like Bart Simpson
on bar phones (*BRR* Moe’s Tavern)
How you ackin +dumb+ on yo’ smartphone?!
Fishers of men, so I stay lookin
Castin +Nets+ like I’m straight Brooklyn
Oh yo’ life so hard?
Why don’t you face your problems, don’t Facebook em
Satan try to make the straight crooked
With the porn sites, but I ain’t lookin
I got +Bandz+ that’ll +Make Her Dance+
That’s a wedding ring for my wife – BLING
I’ma say that twice – BLING
Ladies if you ain’t got one
Don’t give him none, true love is wait-ing!
And you so worth that
I know you heard some bull cr*p
But if you headed down the wrong path
Go ahead and turn back
You’re never too far to be made new
They said you damaged goods, that ain’t true!
I testify to that I ain’t lyin, Jack
You can check with my whole crew, WHOOOOP!
[Chorus: Kam]
Y – O – U owe me nothing, no nothing
Y – O – U owe me nothing, no nothing
I know you will, I know you will {5X}
Even when they say you won’t, I know you will
I know you will, I know you will
Even when they say you cain’t, I know you will
Lord, there’s nothing You can’t do
Nothing in this world too big for You
So when they say you can’t
I know you will, I know you will
Even when they say you cain’t, I know you will
[Andy Mineo]
Ah-ah-AHEM-AHEM!
Some say you cain’t
I say that you will
My sinning cost a GRIP!
But Jesus paid the bill
You don’t believe in miracles
I show you why they real
Some rappers don’t got skill
but somehow they got a deal – weird
I’m ridin ’round in this airport
Flyin ’round on my skateboard
And my glasses on like a straight dork
Oh your money tall, but these days short
I love the haters so I pray for ’em
See them hearts, we aim for ’em
So I tell the world that we stay tourin
And we do it our way, we won’t change for ’em
This ain’t no fast food
(Nope, nope) You can’t order us
They looking so confused
(Heh?) What’s the formula?
We just really want more of God
Nah, we don’t want more of us
Cause He did it, we givin Him thanks
Even when they ain’t awardin us
And them strip clubs, money drugs
C’mon cuz, you borin us
We’ve heard it all befo’
And I’m still unimpressed with that sort of stuff
Uh, we were made for more though
With them award shows and you thank Christ
That lip service don’t mean nothin
if you ain’t ’bout that LIIIIIIIIFE~!
[Chorus]



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