| What it do derrty, I see you playing the walls, you out here beefing with out
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| beats and you keep playing us soft
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| Claiming that you need something to make you move like evictions,
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| and if you moving to this beat then ain’t no way that it’s Christian
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| But derrty, we understand that sin is much more appealing, that’s why fellas
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| run to girls with clothes that’s much more revealing
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| But I bet you if this song was about clicking and clacking or grills,
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| you’d have no problem putting a dip in your back and that’s real
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| See the problem ain’t the track or the groove, retracting your moves,
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| perhaps this world’s attractive to you
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| And you’re in love with the feeling from the records they spinning,
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| but the issue is you love it to the point that you sinning
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| It’s unfulfilling I promise when your party is done a part of you longs for at
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| least another part of the fun
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| Uh-oh, you don’t wanna be found in that position, especially a Christian (a
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| Christian?) compromising your living
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| They don’t want that godly music but naughty music
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| That party music
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| That make you shake your body music
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| And you ain’t gotta leave the church to find music
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| That will put in work
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| That will put in work
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| Marcus T
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| Man I came from the club scene house parties, block parties, OG’s hit the
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| liquor store and cop 40s
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| Covered up with them brown paper bags, raw jeans pulled down make 'em sag
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| Silver chain used to say it was white gold, rap music made me cooler than ice
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| cold
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| Until my life froze and the good news of Christ interrupted like them
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| commercials from Geico
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| And like Nitro, I quickly got rid of my Biggy and 2Pac that made me feel like I
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| was psycho
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| Said to myself, guess for me that rap’s dead, started feening for them 808's
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| like a crack head
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| All I needed was a window and a rope for suicide, but God provided the antidote
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| Raw beats and some Godly music, only problem now is that we hardly use it
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| They don’t want that godly music but naughty music
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| That party music
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| That make you shake your body music
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| And you ain’t gotta leave the church to find music
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| That will put in work
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| That will put in work
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| (Errbody wanna Party)
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| All ready baby, I seen you bounce to this, ain’t no need for you to front,
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| you can get down with this
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| Yeah you heard us say Jesus that’s cause we kingdom people, it’s a trip to hear
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| this music banging knocking your steeples
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| I know it shocks you baby, but then rocks you baby, and you ain’t gotta leave
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| the church to find music that put in work (put in work)
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| But I guess we seem weak to you, cause we ain’t braggin bout our clothes,
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| we’d rather speak to you
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| Hey Thiz, maybe I ain’t got enough dope in my rhyme or brag about a body count
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| to get 'em scoping rhyme
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| (Nope) I’ll keep the main thang the main thang main and pray that you get the
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| point so you can maintain main |