Halle motherfücking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bítches, I'ma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do is, reach you, praise you
Heaven’s prays, all I wanna do is, praise you my Lord
Nigga I ain’t pastor mason yo
Nigga patting rhyme, Pete Ciroc acing y’all
And since I got good taste and all
This for all the bad bítches 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 sleep 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 Louie purses in
Bad bítches 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
Halle motherfücking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bítches, I'ma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
(Heaven’s pray my Lord)
They look around the church like what that nigga doing here
He prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a nigga
Hey I 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-stars slacks with these Louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to hova
But the service jumping the past is serving my Moses
And all this ass in here, how do I focus?
Collection play... and they ain’t passing you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen so I’ma count my blessings now
Somebody hold this
Halle motherfücking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bítches, I'ma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
(Heaven’s pray, all I'm tryna do is)
Staring in the row behind me
Man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain’t paying they tithe taking up 2 seats
And look at god’s house, pack full of sinner
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 supposed ain’t nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole church 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 have my force fell to the floor like
Halle motherfücking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bítches, I'ma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, (down, down, down, down)
Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do is, reach you, praise you
Heaven’s prays, all I wanna do is, praise you my Lord
My Lord.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
compositores: JAKE DUTTON, JAYCEON TAYLOR, SYLVESTER JORDAN, STANLEY BENTON, M. WOODS
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