7up (I'm Jesus 2)
Good morning
To you
The birds
Are chirping
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I don't think you fully understand or even know 'bout it
But that's prolly not your fault 'cause you weren't even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I am
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I'm done with your problems
She want the stuffy, no pollen
Shouts to my brother, no Collin
But shoutout to Collin
Shawty a slut, bet I'm bombin'
She said she wan' be a momma
Get in line, no row, no column
I'm on go, no kinda
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I don't think you fully understand or even know 'bout it
But that's prolly not your fault 'cause you weren't even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I am
To you
The birds
Are chirping
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I don't think you fully understand or even know 'bout it
But that's prolly not your fault 'cause you weren't even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I am
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I'm done with your problems
She want the stuffy, no pollen
Shouts to my brother, no Collin
But shoutout to Collin
Shawty a slut, bet I'm bombin'
She said she wan' be a momma
Get in line, no row, no column
I'm on go, no kinda
Bad bitch in my lap, she won't get up
Silly fat ass, she don't need much
I'll give you the game, better keep up
Take you from a lame back to Jesus
I don't think you fully understand or even know 'bout it
But that's prolly not your fault 'cause you weren't even told 'bout it
Say it again
Yeah, they pay me to win
Then they pay me to lose
Then they pay me again
I do right by my self, I stand
Yes, I can
Yes, I am
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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