Church feat. King Chip,Trey Songz

歌詞

[Hook: Game] I'm tryin' to go to church Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club See my hoes, TWERK! See bad girls be at the strip club Good girls, they be in CHURCH! Always wonder why my grandmother Try to get me to go to CHURCH! Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH! [Verse 1: Game] Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then What ya callin' spikes? What color that box? Is that a white bag in it? Yea? No? Hold up. Stop You ain't bout that life (bout that life) You ain't bout that life You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!" Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ Saturday night, she twerkin it for a real nigga These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger I'm in love with' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants Ya strippin? Gon' twerk it then, cause' after this... [Hook] [Bridge: Trey Songz (and Game)] I know this ain't the first night Go on girl, just do your thang Don't be actin' shy Take a sip and just do it babe Sittin here all night (just do it for me) Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me) Girl I pray that, me and you lay down Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down Sooner or later, sooner or later The way you move that ass [?] Go on, baby, lay down (CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible (CHURCH!) I need it for survival (CHURCH!) Lord save me! (CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby [Verse 2: Game] I'm a crucify that pussy I'm a nail it here, I'm a nail it there I'm a mail it here, I'm a mail it there Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here All we missin is a judge One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass like a rug Real niggas gon' say that, real niggas don't play that Real nigga'll take a basic bitch, then close the trunk of that Maybach Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the bitch in that water Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance Red bottoms will make her fuck. You broke niggas don't stand a chance CHURCH! [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: King Chip] King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul You say, "Damn, you livin like that?" I say, "Bitch, I told you." Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these bitches off of him I'm a roll through your hood, and collect my offering Seen her with a group of friends, damn she got the best butt Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck? Even though shit a nigga still might fuck... You can be my "Plan C", just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death, I'm decomposin' I just copped a dope ass condo, just to keep some hoes in What I'm gon' do with all these racks? Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass? That baby oil is Holy Water Ever met a young nigga with too much cash? Her baby daddy live by my words Damn, she cold, she got them curves Double parked outside of the club Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves" Smokin these L's in the pulpit With OG Chuck in the cool bitch Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that ass is stupid (Haha!) [Bridge]