(feat. king chip & trey songz)
i’m tryin’ to go to church
get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
see my hoes, twerk!
see bad girls be at the strip club
good girls, they be in church!
always wonder why my grandmother
try to get me to go to church!
please lord forgive me, i’m bout to take n*gg*s to church!
[verse 1: game]
christian louboutins, they’re my best friends
i’m bout to put these b*tches to the test then
what ya callin’ spikes?
what color that box?
is that a white bag in it?
yea? no? hold up. stop
you ain’t bout that life (bout that life)
you ain’t bout that life
you don’t bounce that *ss like, “oh lord!”
then climb back up the pole to meet christ
sat*rday night, she twerkin it for a real n*gg*
these n*gg*s hatin’, i hate them n*gg*s
make me wanna bring back tommy hilfiger
i’m in love with’ a stripper, quotin’ the n*gg* t-pain
said i love dem’ strippers, word to my n*gg* 2 chainz
got a leather ferrari, eddie murphy pants
ya strippin? gon’ twerk it then, cause’ after this…
[bridge: trey songz (and game)]
i know this ain’t the first night
go on girl, just do your thang
don’t be actin’ shy
take a sip and just do it babe
sittin here all night (just do it for me)
don’t waste no time girl (just do it for me)
girl i pray that, me and you lay down
come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
sooner or later, sooner or later
the way you move that *ss [?]
go on, baby, lay down
(church!) thicker than a bible
(church!) i need it for survival
(church!) lord save me!
(church!) poppin’ bands for my baby
[verse 2: game]
i’m a crucify that p*ssy
i’m a nail it here, i’m a nail it there
i’m a mail it here, i’m a mail it there
doin’ all this sippin’ belvedere
gotta sheriff here and a baliff here
all we missin is a judge
one night with a random b*tch, and she’ll burn your *ss like a rug
real n*gg*s gon’ say that, real n*gg*s don’t play that
real n*gg*’ll take a basic b*tch, then close the trunk of that maybach
open the trunk to that maybach, roll the b*tch in that water
conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water
try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized
put a couple hundreds in her trues, tell a ho to get her act right
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
red bottoms will make her f*ck. you broke n*gg*s don’t stand a chance
[verse 3: king chip]
king chip, eastside cleveland ghetto mogul
you say, “d*mn, you livin like that?”
i say, “b*tch, i told you.”
sunday mornin, extra clean, get these b*tches off of him
i’m a roll through your hood, and collect my offering
seen her with a group of friends, d*mn she got the best b*tt
then she turned around, lookin like morris chestnut
aww, h*ll no, god d*mn. what the f*ck?
even though sh*t a n*gg* still might f*ck…
you can be my “plan c”, just in case my “a” and “b” can’t cut
guess what? a n*gg* so fresh to death, i’m decomposin’
i just copped a dope *ss condo, just to keep some hoes in
what i’m gon’ do with all these racks?
d*mn, what she gonna do with all that *ss?
that baby oil is holy water
ever met a young n*gg* with too much cash?
her baby daddy live by my words
d*mn, she cold, she got them curves
double parked outside of the club
n*gg*s like, “d*mn, n*gg* got some nerves”
smokin these l’s in the pulpit
with og chuck in the cool b*tch
got ten thousand all in ones cause, d*mn, that *ss is stupid (haha!)