Sunday Serpents (Special Version)
I'm prolly kickin narcotics
I need a bitch who look just like Mia Wallace
Ain't worried bout what's in ya wallet
I'm taking it all
(WHO)
Im making her walls
(LOOSE)
Who taking the crown
Said that I'm not bout it
Then come to my town
Burn them fuckin tires
When I find where he reside
My life used to have a light
But that shit gone and fuckin died
You could tell it in my eyes
Bitch you better step aside
Or get killed by the roll tide about it
Say you holdin bitch I doubt it
Cop a couple pounds of brown and discount it
Best not be on my dick after this shit drop
Fuck a desk job all I wanna I see is dead cops
Who servin?
Lossalane in turban
A devil is emerging
Fuck up a Sunday service
What you gonna do
Fish scale
I be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Ship sailed but we sinking
Fuck with me I know just what you thinking
Aye
Now they screamin robber robber
Want to call the problem solvers
But I got a problem solver blocker
I could pick a punk straight the fuck up out a helicopter
Kinda awkward how I want to be a martyr
Murder me over goin back in time just to fuck Virgin Mary
Got a team that I don't gotta cary
When I'm dead and buried
Tell em only cry a tear for me
Sunday Service
Showing up in churches
Hide behind the curtains
Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin
Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect
Sunday Service
Showing up in churches
Hide behind the curtains
Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin
Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect
I need a bitch who look just like Mia Wallace
Ain't worried bout what's in ya wallet
I'm taking it all
(WHO)
Im making her walls
(LOOSE)
Who taking the crown
Said that I'm not bout it
Then come to my town
Burn them fuckin tires
When I find where he reside
My life used to have a light
But that shit gone and fuckin died
You could tell it in my eyes
Bitch you better step aside
Or get killed by the roll tide about it
Say you holdin bitch I doubt it
Cop a couple pounds of brown and discount it
Best not be on my dick after this shit drop
Fuck a desk job all I wanna I see is dead cops
Who servin?
Lossalane in turban
A devil is emerging
Fuck up a Sunday service
What you gonna do
Fish scale
I be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Ship sailed but we sinking
Fuck with me I know just what you thinking
Aye
Now they screamin robber robber
Want to call the problem solvers
But I got a problem solver blocker
I could pick a punk straight the fuck up out a helicopter
Kinda awkward how I want to be a martyr
Murder me over goin back in time just to fuck Virgin Mary
Got a team that I don't gotta cary
When I'm dead and buried
Tell em only cry a tear for me
Sunday Service
Showing up in churches
Hide behind the curtains
Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin
Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect
Sunday Service
Showing up in churches
Hide behind the curtains
Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin
Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect
Credits
Writer(s): Cante Owen
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