Lyrics:
what's up
The media acts like the owo church was hit by a bomb
We don't know who is responsible, dude, it's a church
Even foreigners in Timbuktu knew who
They gave us Obama like
It was gonna stop the fight
Like it was gonna stop the cause
Folks still scraping
Trying to find them some socks
put my best lyrics im gon make à flop
Millis of bangers up in my head and it wont stop
Might as well spit the bars like
I can make a beat sound crazy
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
by the code
Lately everyday Gucci
Stop being a goofy
'For my sister
Come tuck your ass like a loosie
She wanna fix your fade
Like Boosie's
Uppercuts
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do one more offerin right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one
choose evil instead of goodwill overall
I'm often disappointed by people but then think of how many times I've betrayed The Truth and it's made Him feel
Cause I didn't pay for my ticket
They tried to stop me at the airport
They tried to stop me at the wicket
I drive my car by myself
Don't need no
outside gets cold
We'll sit by the fire and tell these jokes
'Cause you once hit me in the face with a baseball bat
But that's ok 'cause I laught at you
the cord
The games gettin' floored by a girl in a Ford
(Ha ha) beach blonde hair and she 5'4"
Cosigned by me, blow smoke on them girl
Ayy hold up, Diesel
Conditioned by the church
Thousands of faithful support
This mass genocide
Hidden conspire like NASA
They are the usual ones
Cooking another death by simmering
your eyes, try to stop it
But it's part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my hands prayin'
Forgive me Lord, thank
Gather-me-grandchildren if you love a good mystery
Gather-me-grandchildren for a little church history
It's 2044
You're avoiding our
clapping shit up like it's church hallelujah
Cash only running straight to the guap
Seen my first 10 and I swear I ain't stop
Zip after zip tell ya hoe
outta gas without charging my phone
c stranger passed by (passed by)
Looked me in my eyes and said,
"Son, it's getting cold out here
So to stop right
the church
Preaching the facts
Spitting a verse getting stacks
Paper on paper I'm getting the racks
Yeah I'm getting there, step by step by step by step by
Of this trainwreck of my life
Sometimes it makes me want to cry
Sometimes I'm havin a good time
So I laugh and get by
Yeah I laugh and get by
Stayin
me na stop smoke no sa mi neither try
Mi inlove with the leaf a life
The heights of great high reach and kept
By the high grade weed a the best
Light
her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face,
Train rollin' by about a quarter after five
With the whistle blowin'
Creakin' on the porch-swing swingin'
Sunday morning church bells ringin'
John
the summer days
Blue Ridge Mountains covered in a haze
Civil War in my redneck ways
was just a way of life
We'd stop by every Sunday
After church we go
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
over even tho when the light turned red you came to a complete stop
What is it that you fear
Being shot
Being arrested
Or being wrong
See a lot of times
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