church lyrics

[Intro]
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)

[Verse]
She tryna talk, but I'm not tryna talk 'cause the b*tch so damn insane
Can't even remember, I smoke too much
Hit four G's straight to the motherf*cking face
And just like Juice WRLD, I'm finna tell it straight, all these b*tches the same
They finna say that they love you and cuff you
But they already f*cked everyone in they lane
I already know how it feel, bro, you fall for a hoe
And then you finna feel all that pain
Pouring up Sprite in thе cup, then I get my lil' seal
And I'm finna makе that b*tch rain
Maybe a blunt with straight Indica 'cause you already know
That's my favorite little strain
I don't really care about a b*tch 'cause the b*tches don't even develop
Not in they brain, they already talk about pus*y
So I don't really know why they selling everything, on gang
I already know that my opps hella mad
'Cause we caught his little homie and his homie was gay
No wonder his ass tryna come di*k suck
I already know his ass gon' get sprayed
His ass a loser, he calling me pus*y in front of the b*tches
'Cause he tryna get laid, I let him down with a pipe and a gun
She tryna f*ck and I'm fighting with c*nt
She tryna f*ck 'cause she know I got funds
But I got b*tches, I already got tons, so
(DJ)
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)
(And welcome in the new year)
[Verse 2]
They didn't think imsg could do this, I know he mad as a b*tch
He unequipped, you must feel like a motherf*cking doofus
Way you doubted me, way that I proved it
Now you look dumb and real f*cking stupid
He tryna look around, but he so clueless
And that b*tch tryna act like cupid, tryna say that we meant to be
Told little b*tch, yeah, you could stop that, don't really want no b*tch referee
I was getting bands on me for the free like she tryna talk, but a hoe not me
Ayy, f*ck your job and f*ck your teacher
f*ck your church and f*ck your preacher
Too much bands on, too much meters, too much bad hoes and they eaters
Th- Th- They keep talking, and talking and talking, but I just want sex
I got th- I got the bags in my hands when I'm walking, can't answer no texts
W- W- What you wanna talk about? I'm so direct, ha, I might flex
And I- And I'm not tryna go slow with no pecs, I'm tryna get some neck
(DJ)

[Outro]
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