[Intro: Game] RIP to my nigga George Jefferson Niggas is moving on up And I know Weezy personally
[Hook: Game and Jamie] Halle motherfucking lujah All my real niggas I salute ya All the bad bitches, I’ma run throguh ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise im Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise him, my lord
[Verse 1: Game] Nigga I ain’t pastor Mason yo [Nigga patting rhyme, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all?] And since I got good taste and all This for all the bad bitches couldn’t wait to get they braces off I know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking wrong But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone But I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service in And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins I ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus But you can’t catch the holy ghost in the Prius
[Hook] Halle motherfucking lujah All my real niggas I salute ya All the bad bitches, I’ma run throguh ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Heaven’s prays
[Verse 2: Game] Lookin' 'round the church like what that nigga doing here He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years But who am I to judge a nigga AR don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the nigga But I love the nigga, so I’ma go for both us And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers He rather sit outside and listen to Hova But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas And all this ass in here, how do I focus Collection plate buldging damn pastor you the coldest My envelope stay swollen So I’ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this
[Hook]
Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap Ain’t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats And look at God’s house, pack full of sinners With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’t And your outfit clean but your nose ain’t And I suppose ain’t nobody a liar in here If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here I’m so glad we have a choir in here To wake me up everytime I get tired in here And one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the Lord Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours Fell to the floor likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
