Jesus

LA nights, with the slimes
For the weekend
VIP, through the back
So we creep in
Caps are blue
So you know that we peaking
In our bag for the night what a feeling
I'm sippin on everything
Just crown me the damn king
Let's workout the bed springs
We bound to do it
You coulda been anywhere
For just about anything
You not too religious
So now I gotta prove it

Jesus
Better Believe It!
She said I don't want it
Man I need it!
Mama Mia
Here I go again
We just headed out
And now we goin in

I get paid for hits
I'm the rap Sicario
I got star power
A la Super Mario
They all want me dead
Ironic they prolly put a M on my head
Don't you worry bout that bb
I been torching em on tiki
I been wiping em on TP
Stop asking all these questions
And start enjoyingWaikiki
All these drippy drops
Got a shortage on them squeegees
I make it look too easy
Cuban Link my niggas with the

Jesus
Better Believe it!
She said I don't want it
Man I need it!
Mama Mia
Here I go again
We just headed out
And now we going in

I'm turning Pelligrino into rosè
I'm on my way
I'm turning Pelligrino into rosè
I'm on my way
I'm turning Pelligrino into rosè
I'm on my way
I'm turning Pelligrino into rosè
I'm on my way



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Writer(s): Gilson Reglas Jr.
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