LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCHURCH (Ft. Euro, Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby)
Young Mula, babyI belong to the world, don't be selfish with meWhen I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with meMy niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent meWhen she scream, "Fuck love, " I think she meant meI get in the zone, applyin' pressureYou get the message, only I ain't text yaY'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet yaSo you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get yaIf I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move yaIf there's a new year then I never knew yaLook, my junior gon' have a futureAnd my senior gotta drive a BeamerI wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanorsAyy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in ItalyWish they had seen herShoulda took a picture, I packed condomsI shoulda packed a book with scripturesPut me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figuresIf rivals come for us, then they comin' with usTell 'em, "Run, Forrest, " run for the fame, runnin' with usWhat's one life to a hunnid killas?All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickersI made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunchI fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuckI fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuckI fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luckHoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buckI been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle upPicture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuckBut I'm cool, body language break the barrierBroken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry herI was out in Italy, Roman like my carrierI done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost brosI just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death StarDear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild?For the fugitives that I harborYeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the ordersGot some people in Texas, their crib is right by the borderPlace your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like sodaVacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odorNo weapons formed against me shall prosperThe streets praise us like gospelSo we move and we roam like them Italian mobstersPractice the code of silence, omértaSo ain't no talkin', we lurkin'Find the strip where you workin'Closed curtains, fear no man but GodNow they callin' me LordI pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applauseSynagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flawsQuiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roarCall me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a choreThen sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whoresMentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floorBreakin' records on the radio while breakin' the lawI keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes[?] them thieves is comin', and what we takin' is yoursLook, I'm not worthy of your controversyI'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergicGiddy up, dick ridin', swervin'Yeehaw, that's Kentucky DerbyI remember lyin' on the gurneyThinkin' how I'ma die earlyNever thought that I'd see thirtyOh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn itI go back in time when I was flirtin'That time that I was flirtin' with uncertainNever thought I'd be surrounded byHousekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servantsDiamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God"Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpentsTouch my surface, then it's closed curtainsOh my God, you're meetin' God in personOh my God, I want the squad alertedAnd I come from it, they hop up like KermitCorner turnin' with marijuana burnin'In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermonsOh my God, every thot a burdenI ain't worry, got her ridin' dirtyTrap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman'sThe plug alerted, now the socket workin'Other niggas catchin' power surgesI'm determined just like my attorneyYou other niggas, you ain't got attorneysOrder new trap house, I buy it furnishedI been listenin', listenin' to the moneyIt been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'"Soundin' like music to my earsSoundin' like a symphony of hundredsGrandma always said that I'd be specialMama always said that I'd be somethin'I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin'So I made the most out of they assumptionsBein' careful 'round my pistolNigga all up in a bimboBein' everything but simpleGot my deal without a demo, TunechiSo much fire, more fireLet's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
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