blac youngsta - church on sunday lyrics
[intro]
tahj money
[chorus: blac youngsta & t.i.]
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble (king)
[verse 1: t.i.]
tryna find a church i believe in
worth wakin’ up on the weekend
how the preacher teachin’ us and he sin?
told god i don’t do middlemen (nah)
your b-tch easy like sunday (uh)
b-tch always pullin’ up some place (ooh)
come right up out that givenchy (sheesh)
then haul -ss in that hyundai (skrrt)
turn your loss into a lesson, don’t regret your mistake
build your character and that’s gon’ take you places money can’t
just stay solid in this b-tch, show no emotion, poker face
what’s understood don’t need to be explained, them n-ggas know the play
remember all i wanted was a beeper and an open face
i started trappin’, still totin’ pistols with an open case
started rappin’, learned bad habits really hard to break
let my kid down, the only thing that make my heart break
do it big, large estate
pull up in an iron rod gate
lookin’ for the smart play
never work a hard day
if there’s a deal to be done, i’ma do it, run my bag up
what god got for me, my blessing, it do not come from no pastor, nah
[chorus: blac youngsta]
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble (yeah)
[verse 2: blac youngsta]
k!llin’ sh-t, i was forced to
go against me, i’ll torch you
ambulance, they’ll rush you
12 came through and bust you
i was like h-ll, he ain’t go to jail
how the f-ck can i trust you?
wait, i’m a superstar
‘fore you walk up on me, my security gotta touch you
you’ll be dead and gone, they love you
only found bones when they dug you
on your backbone, i’ma rub you
only comin’ home just to f-ck you
i go to church just to pay my t-thes
i know they watch ’cause they bite my style
i let real n-ggas in my house
i make f-ck n-ggas stand outside
i don’t regret sh-t
i’m a street n-gga, i don’t take sh-t
i get on the beat and i bless sh-t
when you on your feet, that’s the best sh-t
real rap, funkmaster flex sh-t
and i’m strapped, ridin’ with the tec sh-t
still got my feet on they neck sh-t
they can’t rest sh-t, yeah
[chorus: blac youngsta]
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble
church on sunday (let’s do it), ’bout my money (do it, yeah)
trap on monday (let’s do it), traphouse jumpin’ (let’s do it)
i ain’t runnin’ (let’s do it), i might gun ’em
shipment comin’ (let’s do it), better not fumble (yeah)
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