I used to be Christian Now i just f*ck b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh
Ayy (In the booth)
[?]
Yeah
Ayy
Yuh, ayy
Yuh, uh
Yuh

[Verse]
di*k in her throat, balls on her cheek
All of her friends must be a ten
Whip with the wrist, ride in the Benz
I don't need no friends, just [?]
I'ma take your b*tch, [?]
When I'm in my zone, I don't even flinch
[?], she stay on my di*k
You can take her back, she talkin' too much sh*t
Need to take that bullsh*t somewhere else
She be talkin' so much, holy hell
[?]
You can take her back, [?] like, woah

[Bridge]
Haha (Woah)
Ayy (Woah)
Yuh, ayy (Yuh)
Yuh
Ayy, yuh
YUH
Ayy, yuh
YUH
Ayy, yuh
f*ck
Ayy, yuh
Yuh, ayy
Yuh
[Chorus]
Thirty [?] punches
b*tches on my di*k and I'm not buyin' lunches
You thought I was sweet, you always [?]
[?] until I die or somethin'
Thirty [?] punches
b*tches on my di*k and I'm not buyin' lunches
You thought I was sweet, you always [?]
[?] until I die or somethin'