Lyrics:
think makin' money for?
Prada on my jeans, my halo Christian Dior
Uhh, uhh grrrr bow from my doggies car
You just lucky that that comment
Couldn't hit my
Ayy
Church (Up-motherfuckin'-church)
Creek Squad
You can't ride in my Range Rover
You can't smoke on my Jane clover
You can't come to my crib,
When you can't believe
What you see on television
Is real
I am Christian
I'm better than you
Cause I know the word
My church is the best
And you don't
the Christian Dior her
She just she just sent me video of her twerking
Look like fucking jelly
Nearly got more LV than me
Her flex different
Fear of God to church
people start switching up and
I started to see all the malice
2022 I turn up in bowling green
And I prayed to the lord they would notice me
Shout Noah Noah
grandma was a teacher, she went to school in bowling green
Traded in a milking cow for a singer sewing machine
Well, she called her husband "mister,"
the alphabet at em they been catching z's
Bought some real estate relocate to bowling green
Coming straight out the gutter like a bowling team
Boy this shit like
bitch get to bitching
Got crosses on my back like I was a Christian
Don’t know who to trust so I’m keeping my distance
Aye, yeah, don’t know who to trust
Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in a milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
as a Christian from a little church
With God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
like crumbs (crumbs)
And baby yeah you ain't no nun (nun)
And yes we can smoke on sum (sum)
No church but she Christian (Christian)
I said I know a bitch
roll with me
Ain't see you in that gutter ain't my brother ain't no bowling team
And if my freaky hoe give demon throat pray for my soul to keep
I want
Just put it in my hand, guarantee I'll make work with it
Started off in a church and converged to a curse, nigga
Crafty with words, constructed
a different house with some different functions
Hoo! Voodoo Man
Mama took me to the church and I sang a hymn
Co-Colonized Christian
Now I'm losing my
the pharmacy
A tired Christian daughter
And a Drama Queen
Who ran off with some Bourbon back in Bowling Green
She took him as her lover and a family
Just keepin'
worried
Cuz I know that God preserves me
This that Christian cookout music
Don’t be scared. You can do it
Dance like David
Clothes might lose it
Church
I done fell in love with drugs
(What)
Yes I'm loving the feeling
Drinking til the morning
Liver darker then villains
Momma brought me up In Church
countin’ me out since birth
And I’m a Christian, but don’t go to church
I take care my dogs like bitch I’m a nurse
This ain’t no facade bitch I’m off
Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...
The Battle of Epping Forest,
It's the Battle of Epping Forest,
Right
suicide, planes falling out the sky
Trains jumping off the track, mothers yelling "he's alive"
Backpedaling christians settling for forgiveness
Evidence
Got a Demon in the church time cast it out
I ain't just talking about this life bruh I walk it out
Got the Bible on your hip but you don't read
heads a bowling ball when I shoot that thang like I'm scotty these hotty thotties wanna touch on my body
But I'm chasing paper and I got some pussy
rapped like it's Christmas
Popping tags
I stay in Dior cause I'm Christian
Nigga listen: I been killing shit
Since I was the
Age of the face that R kelly
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