[Brinson] Well hello, hello hello I knew you would come Well hello I knew you would, I knew you would, I knew you would I grab the mic, and leave em in the dust now I rep for Christ, no longer my nuts now They rappin bout nothin made in a million Gods secret weapon introducin Brinson I came bust some souls, no boy not that gold No chain, no cars, and no furry Kangols I know you tired of that same old same old Well heres somethin new to bump in your ringtones I aint a rapper but a preacher not a dancer like Keisha Cole, I aint slangin crack either No American Gangster, you tight well thank ya Better yet thank God, oh yes sir Well hello, hello hello I knew you would come Well hello I knew you would, I knew you would, I knew you would
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