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the game - hallelujah lyrics

(feat. jamie foxx)

[hook:]
halle motherf-cking lujah, all my real n-gg-s i salute ya
all the bad b-tches, i’m a run throguh ya
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
heaven’s prays, all i’m tryina do, reach you, praise you
heaven’s prays, all i’m wanna do, praise you, my lord

n-gg- i ain’t pastor mason yo, n-gg- patting rhyme, pete sirock acing y’all
and since i got good taste and all, this for all the bad b-tches couldn’t wait to get they braces off
i know we in church, and the way that i’m thinking, wrong
but inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
but i don’t wanna do that, i came to take the service in
and stare at all the women who brought they louie purses in
bad b-tches in here, forgive me for my sins
i ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again
i wanna live righteous and you know i love jesus
but you can’t catch the holy ghost in the prius

[hook:]
halle motherf-cking lujah, all my real n-gg-s i salute ya
all the bad b-tches, i’m a run throguh ya
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
heaven’s prays

they look around the church like what that n-gg- looking here
he prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing years
but who am i to judge a n-gg-, hey i don’t wanna go to church, i can’t budge the n-gg-
but i love the n-gg-, so i’m a go for both us, and put these g stars slacks with these louie loafers
he rather sit outside and listen to hova
but the service jumping, the pastor is serving my mimosas
and all this -ss in here, how do i focus
collection plate buldging d-mn pastor you the coldest
my envelope stay swollen, so i’m a count my blessings now, somebody hold this

[hook:]
halle motherf-cking lujah, all my real n-gg-s i salute ya
all the bad b-tches, i’m a run through ya
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
heaven’s prays

staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
ain’t paying they ties, taking up 2 seats
and look at god’s house, pack full of sinners
with the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
yeah i know the chicken good but your soul ain’t
and your outfit clean but your nose ain’t
and i supposed ain’t n-body a liar in here
if that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
i’m so glad we have a choir in here, to wake me up everytime i get tired in here
and one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the lord
cause when i went to undefeated, they still have my force
fell to the floor like

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