| RIP to my nigga George Jefferson
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| Niggas is moving on up
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| And I know Weezy personally
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| Halle motherfucking lujah
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| All my real niggas I salute ya
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| All the bad bitches, I’mma run through ya
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| Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
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| Damn, damn, damn, damn
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| Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
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| Damn, damn, damn, damn
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| Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise him
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| Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise him, my lord
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| Nigga I ain’t pastor Mason yo
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| Nigga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all
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| And since I got good taste and all
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| This for all the bad bitches couldn’t wait to get they braces off
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| I know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking wrong
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| But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
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| But I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service in
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| And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in
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| Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins
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| I ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again
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| I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
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| But you can’t catch the holy ghost in the Prius
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| Lookin' 'round the church like what that nigga doing here
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| He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years
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| But who am I to judge a nigga
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| A.R. |
| don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the nigga
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| But I love the nigga, so I’mma go for both us
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| And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers
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| He rather sit outside and listen to Hova
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| But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas
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| And all this ass in here, how do I focus
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| Collection plate buldging, damn pastor you the coldest
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| My envelope stay swollen
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| So I’mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this
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| Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
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| Ain’t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats
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| And look at God’s house, pack full of sinners
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| With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
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| Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’t
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| And your outfit clean but your nose ain’t
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| And I suppose ain’t nobody a liar in here
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| If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
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| I’m sure glad we have a choir in here
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| To wake me up everytime I get tired in here
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| And one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the Lord
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| Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours
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| Fell to the floor like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hallelujah , by - The Game. Song from the album Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп