Ten Days
Hold up, let me, let me, let me do my li'l dance bitch
Wop, wop
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
Good evening, please be seated
Check under your chair you'll find a pill, bitch eat it
Monkey on my back I'm not high then I'm fiending
I love your bitch she let me fuck her ass when she bleeding
Now I'm leaving, let her keep my semen
Stole her heart but threw that shit away before she seen me
Head out this motherfuckin' world, pussy decent
Came home early we got caught now he leaking
On my eighth pill I been up the whole weekend
Junkie ass God, cloud nine with my demons
Slap Eve with the apple, hoe eat it
Pound Virgin Mary throat while Joseph home sleeping
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
Might piss on the bible, who object?
On the stage strapped, do I look like Malcolm X?
Hand in her pocket foot forever on her neck
Just so I can live good this bitch gon' work herself to death, alright
Should spit at the choir, who gon' stop me?
Clumsy but I'm strong
Drop shells, catch bodies
Bitch I wanna die, I never had a fuckin' hobby
Now come tell me I'm not God and watch your spirit leave your body
Fuck collection plates I'm checking niggas pockets
Is this your King? beat his ass like he Rodney
Ran up on me, took a L, nigga robbed me
Chasing bands with this drum I'm not marching
Fuck wine, turn pussy into profit
Wanna see me turn your fuckin' saviour into fossil
Bullets stampeding out this bitch now you Mufasa
Just got a script I'm in this bitch poppin' bottles
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
Wop, wop
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
Good evening, please be seated
Check under your chair you'll find a pill, bitch eat it
Monkey on my back I'm not high then I'm fiending
I love your bitch she let me fuck her ass when she bleeding
Now I'm leaving, let her keep my semen
Stole her heart but threw that shit away before she seen me
Head out this motherfuckin' world, pussy decent
Came home early we got caught now he leaking
On my eighth pill I been up the whole weekend
Junkie ass God, cloud nine with my demons
Slap Eve with the apple, hoe eat it
Pound Virgin Mary throat while Joseph home sleeping
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
Might piss on the bible, who object?
On the stage strapped, do I look like Malcolm X?
Hand in her pocket foot forever on her neck
Just so I can live good this bitch gon' work herself to death, alright
Should spit at the choir, who gon' stop me?
Clumsy but I'm strong
Drop shells, catch bodies
Bitch I wanna die, I never had a fuckin' hobby
Now come tell me I'm not God and watch your spirit leave your body
Fuck collection plates I'm checking niggas pockets
Is this your King? beat his ass like he Rodney
Ran up on me, took a L, nigga robbed me
Chasing bands with this drum I'm not marching
Fuck wine, turn pussy into profit
Wanna see me turn your fuckin' saviour into fossil
Bullets stampeding out this bitch now you Mufasa
Just got a script I'm in this bitch poppin' bottles
On the road ten days can't drive straight
On the dark web surfing like it's Myspace
We gon' fuck outside never take a bitch to my place
Made in God image? White bitch don't look like my face
Fuck Jesus, church for the evil
If I ain't your God you a fuckin' non-believer
Out here blessing hoes with the dick I'm the Deacon
Money talk bitch so I let it be the Preacher
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Writer(s): Reject Da Illest
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