Lyrics

Dubba-AA flex This is the sound (ohh) Yeah, uh-huh Let the church (church, uh), say Amen (say Amen) Bless the street with this music, I love my fans (I love my fans) I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants) And I got power, no fifty cents in my hand (no fifty cents in my hand) I don't fuck with cowards, I'm a real man (I'm a real man) If I die, just take me to the king, Tamela Mann (Tamela Mann) Sleeping on the couch with Turky When I first began (when I first began) I pray to Lord, hand high, wingspan (wingspan, uh) I don't shop at Citi Trends (uh) Dope boy swag with Timberlands (on God) You a pussycat and you can't handle that, a minute man It cost to be a boss, you looking at Disneyland I blew off my whole advance, back then I didn't understand (uh) Now I'm with the program, four-four like Dante Cunningham I ain't got no OGs, no big homies, I ain't under him (uh) Kevo Muney, I'm one of a kind and I'm not one of them, huh Let the church say "Amen" when you come in here (on God) I don't play, I live in the A but I come from Memphis I shoot like Pistol Pete from the three, but can get big like Kemp My own nigga stole from me, I used to have love for him Lord, oh Lord Let the church (church, uh), say Amen (say Amen) Bless the street with this music, I love my fans (I love my fans) I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants) And I got power, no fifty cents in my hand (no fifty cents in my hand) I don't fuck with cowards, I'm a real man (I'm a real man) If I die, just take me to the king, Tamela Mann (Tamela Mann) Sleeping on the couch with Turky When I first began (when I first began) I pray to Lord, hand high, wingspan (wingspan) Started dirty, put it legit I seen it turn from sugar to shit (yeah) I seen it turn from shit to sugar I'm in here working that bitch with a wrench I drop some ice, I gave it a twist It go in the sink, I give it a rinse Tryna work my way to a brick I'm serving 'em nicks while working a zip (yeah) God bless me, fully equipped I go to the club and chill in the VIP I made it rain on some of them strippers Really just paying my ten percent I'm playing with a sack, I can't pretend I hit it from the back, I say "Amen" I'm packing a pack that just came in Hold up, turn the speaker down I am blessed, I don't stress Push-up routine works the best I just done a hunnid sets Tattoos on my neck and chest Just went jogging with a model Sauna suit, I caught a sweat She come home and got undressed I just do it, Nike check Let the church (church, uh), say Amen (say Amen) Bless the street with this music, I love my fans (I love my fans) I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants) And I got power, no fifty cents in my hand (no fifty cents in my hand) I don't fuck with cowards, I'm a real man (I'm a real man) If I die, just take me to the king, Tamela Mann (Tamela Mann) Sleeping on the couch with Turky When I first began (when I first began) I pray to Lord, hand high, wingspan (wingspan, uh) If you been in the dark, God brought it to light Let the church say "Amen" If you ever been wronged, God made it right Let the church say "Amen", oh Lord If He wake you up every morning Church, say "Amen" If He listen to you cry every time you're mourning Church, say "Amen" Oh, let church say "Amen" Let the church say "Amen", oh, Lord Church say "Amen" Say "Amen", Lord Oh Lord, yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Gates, Kevione Austin, Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Brayon S. Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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