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marqus clae – thank you jesus lyrics

yeah n+gga, you know

[verse 1]
this what it feel like when you f+ck with the goat
never lacking b+tch i come with the smoke
pick the money up, i come with a load
i done had my share with hundreds of hoes
ain’t really tripping on none of them hoes
where they gon go if my money get low?
they got motives and i already know
i’ma keep playing dummy with them though
making my next move be a chess move
in the back of the back with the jet fuel and a backwood
b+tch i’m that cool
if i don’t know sh+t i know cash rules
the game got me in a bad mood
but f+ck it, i’m handling business
and stacking up benji’s while singing my rap tunes
i need my contract with incentives
i’m bout to run rap in a minute
i was a young scr+p in the kitchen of the trap house bumping king kendrick
i’m king clae, i mean business
if it ain’t 2019 clae is not seen in it
i hop in the p+ssy and sing in it
f+ck around a shout a movie scene with her

(chorus)
uh, i got a hundred thousand ways to get the mula
my windows tinted in the city smoking buddha
i got a big ol’ booty b+tch and she from cuba
blessings coming in abundance

hallelujah, thank you jesus
hallelujah, thank you jesus
hallelujah, thank you jesus
they told me that i couldn’t do it
i bounce back like hallelujah, hallelujah

wassup

[verse 2]
i got my loot up right now
i don’t give two f+cks right now
i’m bout to juice up my life
talking a suit tux right now
i was a little n+gga with a dream
then i got tired of sleeping, uh
i got a lot of demons, uh
give me an applause
i’m feeling like god, they thought i would fall defeated
i said f+ck you all, i mean it
and i’m ducking all polices
i’m cold, anemic
need my ice on, freezer
with the lights off, gleaming
and they say its cheaper to keep her, but i ain’t go keep her
i’m super sick, i got the measles
looking like i’m fresh up out the cleaners
she calling my phone like she need something
she tell me she hate me, i know she love me
i got the sh+t locked and it’s no discussion
these n+ggas act like they don’t know what’s coming
till i pop out and (brrrr) show em something
like a choppa i (brrrr)
motherf+cker

(chorus)
uh, i got a hundred thousand ways to get the mula
my windows tinted in the city smoking buddha
i got a big ol’ booty b+tch and she from cuba
blessings coming in abundance

hallelujah, thank you jesus
hallelujah, thank you jesus
hallelujah, thank you jesus
they told me that i couldn’t do it
i bounce back like hallelujah, hallelujah

wassup

- marqus clae lyrics

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