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church st. - no fishing in paradise lyrics

[verse 1: church st]
i got a rainbow on my trucker hat
(whatchu know about that)
three girls and they all bad
(cause they all black)
hit you with a text that say i’m never gonna call back
n-ggas mixing henny with the acid, that’s a heart attack
ten or twenty in the safe, i’m flexing like i’m billy blanks
ask me have i seen your man, he in the kitchen mixing dranks and if you heard my other song, you know i’m in here peeling franks
my hair is getting played in but b-tch i feel like phillip banks count that money once (one more time) to reiterate
lani do her dance, guarantee it will precipitate
do i have to demonstrate?
bringing back next, room raiders, and eliminate
still getting cake like my belated after dinner plate
still switching lanes, scaring people on the interstate
it’s still f-ck you and what any other n-gga say
as long as lani feel okay
(and i’m feeling great)

[verse 2: church st]
and it ain’t no fishing in paradise
it’s no signal from a satellite
and no drugs, it’s a natural high
i’m somewhere with a handsome guy
on the beach in the candlelight
he can eat my oohnana pie, careful not to let sand inside
i’ll take you to another level, welcome to the enterprise
i’m looking for someone to put that pipe inside my dandelion
super blunt cause i roll super blunts
and, i do my own stunts
f-cking slumped from the skunk
i told my baby via text “come and hit it when you want”
a nasty girl, i keep an extra set of clothes inside the trunk
lips sealed, my mama taught me how to be a cl-ssy girl
but low-key, church street, probably somewhere high as f-ck
i let the plug fye me up
(up, up, up) (up, up, up, up)

- church st lyrics

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