City Gospel
(Ohhh)
(Oh ohh ohh ohh)
(Ohh ohh ohh ohhh)
(Just want to tell you, ohh ohh)
Serving to my fiends like it's Sunday
Pray to God that my niggas seeing Monday
Cuz in these streets niggas they take you out
I fucked that hoe to many times I really hate her now
Praying to the lord but there ain't no really saving us Yeaa
Drugs they got a hold of me, I've been taking percocet's I mix that shit with codeine
I don't drink no liquor, unless this this bitch is tryna fuck with me
Bitch I got that fire, lil nigga ain't no touching me
It's like these niggas are Frenemies,
Fucking with the opps now dat nigga just a enemy
I was on that block 100 nights we was selling keys
She don't wanna fuck with none niggas she in love me
She want a hood nigga
She ain't fucking with them boys if they ain't cool with us
Ride around town with that tool on me
Niggas fish bowling we gone get that tool on em yea
Smoking on this gas got me feeling like a zombie
Pull up on your bitch she wanna fuck me I ain't sorry
This money really talks I'm really dishing off that haha
Now I got yo bitch she saying dada
All you niggas are my sons I'm yo father
She really thought I really like her
Ion love her
I'm only here for the night
Shorty wanna Sin I make it right
Ohhh
Praise the lord, hahaha I came this far, I ain't nobody
(Oh ohh ohh ohh)
(Ohh ohh ohh ohhh)
(Just want to tell you, ohh ohh)
Serving to my fiends like it's Sunday
Pray to God that my niggas seeing Monday
Cuz in these streets niggas they take you out
I fucked that hoe to many times I really hate her now
Praying to the lord but there ain't no really saving us Yeaa
Drugs they got a hold of me, I've been taking percocet's I mix that shit with codeine
I don't drink no liquor, unless this this bitch is tryna fuck with me
Bitch I got that fire, lil nigga ain't no touching me
It's like these niggas are Frenemies,
Fucking with the opps now dat nigga just a enemy
I was on that block 100 nights we was selling keys
She don't wanna fuck with none niggas she in love me
She want a hood nigga
She ain't fucking with them boys if they ain't cool with us
Ride around town with that tool on me
Niggas fish bowling we gone get that tool on em yea
Smoking on this gas got me feeling like a zombie
Pull up on your bitch she wanna fuck me I ain't sorry
This money really talks I'm really dishing off that haha
Now I got yo bitch she saying dada
All you niggas are my sons I'm yo father
She really thought I really like her
Ion love her
I'm only here for the night
Shorty wanna Sin I make it right
Ohhh
Praise the lord, hahaha I came this far, I ain't nobody
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Nelson
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