Church
Booty booty baba take ya top off, let it pop off mama
give it to ya papa looken atcha take a latta not-ta
everybody knows got the hoes in the sauna
everybody knows I could be a little drunker
put it in reverse and I'll put it in your bumper
hump her, they could always be a little younger
you're the lumber jill and your boy is the lumber
Got so much back that you could call me J-lo
Building so fast that I ran out of Legos
Just bought a runway for my new tornado
The game is mine, I can't let go my eggo
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
It's in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
1
There's nothing but the realest in this building
There's no way to describe just how I'm feeling
Give me everything under the ceiling, this is perfect
Hallelujah! Say it again Hallelujah! Church, church
This must be the promise land, I'm getting dickered
We can to that candid camera just don't tell your sister
And y'all already know it's on the low-low
Bitches know I'm running trains, no hobo
Whya whya I party a lot
Coochie coo mamma I wanna hug you on the spot
I do you, you do me, we quid. Pro. Quo
Fuck yo momma, we go somewhere where that trick won't know
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
Its in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
2
There's nothing but the realest in this building
There's no way to describe just how I'm feeling
Give me everything under the ceiling, this is perfect
Hallelujah! Say it again Hallelujah! Church, church
My word is good you know this,
there's no need to be nervous
Please take comfort I am focused
Dr. Prof's at your cervix
Straight up I don't remember shit for last night
But by the smell of my fingers I had a great time
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
It's in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
Bounce (a bunch of times)
give it to ya papa looken atcha take a latta not-ta
everybody knows got the hoes in the sauna
everybody knows I could be a little drunker
put it in reverse and I'll put it in your bumper
hump her, they could always be a little younger
you're the lumber jill and your boy is the lumber
Got so much back that you could call me J-lo
Building so fast that I ran out of Legos
Just bought a runway for my new tornado
The game is mine, I can't let go my eggo
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
It's in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
1
There's nothing but the realest in this building
There's no way to describe just how I'm feeling
Give me everything under the ceiling, this is perfect
Hallelujah! Say it again Hallelujah! Church, church
This must be the promise land, I'm getting dickered
We can to that candid camera just don't tell your sister
And y'all already know it's on the low-low
Bitches know I'm running trains, no hobo
Whya whya I party a lot
Coochie coo mamma I wanna hug you on the spot
I do you, you do me, we quid. Pro. Quo
Fuck yo momma, we go somewhere where that trick won't know
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
Its in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
2
There's nothing but the realest in this building
There's no way to describe just how I'm feeling
Give me everything under the ceiling, this is perfect
Hallelujah! Say it again Hallelujah! Church, church
My word is good you know this,
there's no need to be nervous
Please take comfort I am focused
Dr. Prof's at your cervix
Straight up I don't remember shit for last night
But by the smell of my fingers I had a great time
I told my momma, I'z gone be drunk drunk drunk
It's in my bones all I wanna do is stunt stunt stunt
From the windowowow we shout it shout it
We keep it pimpin, pimpin. We bout it bout it
Bounce (a bunch of times)
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Writer(s): Jacob Anderson
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