Lyrics Church - T-Pain, Teddy Verseti

Church

Ladies and Gentlemen
You already know what it is
OK, Yeah, Aw sh*t
I’m trying to run in this motherf*cker
I’m trying to anyways
Got two hard looking motherf*ckers
I was trying to enjoy my night but you then came here
Turned around looked mighty happy 'fore you came here
I then turn into a rude dude
Why you had to f*ck up the night now we got to fight
I’m gonna knock out your lights
You ain’t doing nothing but running ya yapp yapp
You got to go get a couple homeboy I am strapped strapped
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to f*ck up the night now we got to fight
I’m gonna knock out your lights
Dope little lady trying to hold you back you better listen to her
She better not talk that sh*t I’m gonna have to put some piss right through her
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to f*ck up the night now we got to fight I’m gonna knock out your
lights…
Yeah, god damn, you think you’re cool, you think I’m not — you think you tough
God damn, you think you hard, you think I’m soft, you think you rough
God damn, you talking sh*t, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I’m gonna have to take your a*s to church
It’s Sunday at the park I’m chilling trying to get ma flirt on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off
You ain’t doing nothing but running your pie hole
You’re gonna make me do something that get eye swollen
I don’t wanna be a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off
If that’s your car you need to go ahead and get into it
Better not talk that shit you’re gonna get bust something through it
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park gotta put you in the dark lights on lights off
Yeah, god damn, you think you’re cool, you think I’m not — you think you tough
God damn, you think you hard, you think I’m soft, you think you rough
God damn, you talking sh*t, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I’m gonna have to take your a*s to church
It’s Sunday at the park I’m chilling trying to get ma flirt on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off
Yeah, god damn, you think you’re cool, you think I’m not — you think you tough
God damn, you think you hard, you think I’m soft, you think you rough
God damn, you talking sh*t, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I’m gonna have to take your a*s to church
It’s Sunday at the park I’m chilling trying to get ma flirt on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off
Them ni*gas think they’re hard, so why they think I’m not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like
(you don’t wanna play around here)
I’m like them nig*as think they hard, so why they think I’m not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like
(you don’t wanna play around here)
Them b*tches think they hard, so why they think I’m not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like
(you don’t wanna play around here)
Them b*tches think they hard, so why they think I’m not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like
(you don’t wanna play around here)…you stupid
Yeah, god damn, you think you’re cool, you think I’m not — you think you tough
God damn, you think you hard, you think I’m soft, you think you rough
God damn, you talking sh*t, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I’m gonna have to take your a*s to church
It’s Sunday at the park I’m chilling trying to get ma flirt on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off
Yeah, god damn, you think you’re cool, you think I’m not — you think you tough
God damn, you think you hard, you think I’m soft, you think you rough
God damn, you talking sh*t, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I’m gonna have to take your a*s to church
It’s Sunday at the park I’m chilling trying to get ma flirt on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta f*ck up the park
I’m gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off