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letra de pa$tor juug - a1 juug

[intro]
trap lives matter hoe
(laughing)

[interlude]
truey on the beat
(yo yo yo)
amen…
trap gospel

[verse 1: a1 juug]
it’s pastor juug
i wanna speak to y’all, it’s ’bout fentanyl
if i catch my n-gga poppin’ a pill, better be tylenol
slap the sh-t out y’all, f-ck is wrong with y’all?
born to ball
might play for wichita, they way i make the play then whip it off
god bless yall, god bless the trap, i ain’t gotta rap
me and the deacon shooting cr-ps, he owe me imma double back
triple-double in the trap, victory lap in the trap
had to balance out my scale so it could take a nap
my n-gga selling cookies, he just whipped another batch
when i hit it from the front she say she feel it in her back
swear to god i left church to re-up and that’s a fact
lord forgive me but i know you know the land needed that
the fruit that i’m serving, adam got eve stealing that
these extensions in my nine, ain’t weave attached to it
the way i throw these bullets at you, think drew brees attached to it
oh my god, all this paper ain’t no trees attached to it

[chorus: a1 juug]
god bless the trap, and god bless the dead
they k!lling all the real n-ggas, and the fake ones spreadin’
trap gospel got my pistol on me at my wedding
you ain’t know the church was a business ran by felons

[bridge]
awww it’s offering time out this mother f-cker
and y’all know church run by the felons, so you know what the h-ll that mean
put ya mother f-ckin’ offering in the basket, or end up in a god d-mn casket
ya half-sack having hustlers, and ya mother f-ckin’ bald headed boosters
gotta tap in to this sh-t here
pastor juug up there cuttin’ up
and mother f-ckers gon kick in, or y’all gon be kicked the f-ck out…

[verse 2: a1 juug]
listen up, n-gga shut it up, b-tch run it up
run the play, double round the cut, i’mma pick you up
yellow bus, short bus shawty, pour it in my cup
bust a nut, then my my mood change, am i a catfish or what
almost stole on the choir when they played knuck if you buck
take the money out the offering and buy a beamer truck
throwing dough in the air, i should buy a pizza hut
get some sh-t air dropped on us with no iphones on us
oh sh-t…you ain’t know your pastor cuss?
period pooh i’m in the trap
what’s the fuss, what’s the rush?
you sipping tuss, grabbed the holy oil and mixed it with some punch
you think it’s musty in the church, that’s the under arm on us
you think you stealing from the church, you really stealing sh-t from us
i’m having two offerings ’cause it’s the first of the month
b-tch i’m so official i can sell some stripes to rev run
watch me pray over this n-gga and turn a bum into a plug
(amen)

[outro]
it’s magic
yeah, pastor juug
trap god i did that n-gga
yeah, no problem
juug brought the streets back n-gga
long live o n-gga, rip fruits
yeah
juug, juug!

- a1 juug

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