Them that's not shall lose
So the bible says
And it still is news
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Yeah, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' round the door
When it's gone and
Spendin' ends
They don't come no more
Rich realations give
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Them that's god shall get Them that's not shall lose So the bible says And it still is news Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Yeah, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't Ever make the grade Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowdin' round the door When it's gone and Spendin' ends They don't come no more Rich realations give A crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Explain Request ×
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