Passion & Dogma lyrics
by ABRA
[Intro]
I'm not crazy I'm just passionate
God damn girl how the f*ck you fit your ass in that
[Verse 1]
Don't believe sh*t that this b*tch say
Like she reading the bible (God Damn)
This boy think that we beefing
But n*gga I ain't got no rivals (no no no no)
Hit em with the boom boom boom boom boom boom
Check his vitals (Check his vitals)
Thriller
His jacket red he dancing like he Micheal (Dead young thing)
Uh-huh, that stick make 'em twerk like they work at Onyx, okay
Graduated in pharmacy and economics, uh-huh
Look at me the Chevy do jumping jacks on hydraulics
Awful Records look at the chain boy its so symbolic
[Chorus]
Girl look at me know ya' boy is so passionate
I just wanna know how the f*ck you fit your ass in that
Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax
Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast
[Verse 2]
Awful dogma
Yeah call me young Rottweiler
Iced my collar
A n*gga always 'bout a dollar
Them greens them collards
I went from a scholar to a baller
I might start acting
I might just turn into Mahershala
I might start acting
I might just hit 'em with that action
f*ck your crew
My n*gga yeah f*ck your faction
You not that fresh
You n*ggas not about that fashion
No carry through
I can tell you n*ggas ain't got no passion
[Chorus]
Girl look at me know ya' boy is so passionate
I just wanna know how the f*ck you fit your ass in that
Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax
Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast
[Verse 3]
Playing with my money
I'm gonna play with your b*tch
And I know she down for it (yeah yeah aye)
Cuz she say that I'm the sh*t (what what)
Know I'm that
[Outro]
Yeah, aye, a huh
Yeah, a huh
What, what, yeah, okay, a huh, a huh
All my n*ggas gone get paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah