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letra de deacon - brutus irv

[bridge]
father where ya at?
i been praying to ya
no response as usual

[hook]
i told the devil get the f-ck from ’round me
get the f-ck from ’round me
this holy ghost sitting in my bottle
that’s in my drank
don’t listen to what yo pastor preaching
gon’ head
she rolling up
she ’bout to smoke the deacon (aye)
my n-ggas out here selling retail
that retail
man p-ss the blunt
yo -ss is always chiefin’
man that p-ss sh-t
it’s middle fingers when we see twelve
f-ck em, f-ck em
communion liquor always keep me leaning

[verse]
this for the hood
this for the n-ggas that juggin’ and robbin’ and telling them lies
this where it stop, the south on the rise
i got off the block, i’m still in the post
this all i know, the choir ain’t holy
the preacher don’t know me, he f-cking these hoes
n-ggas ain’t loyal and b-tches ain’t loyal
why they want a piece of my pie?
saluda full of snakes and lions
them n-ggas wasn’t wit me, them n-ggas they lyin’
mama was in the front row like, “pray for my son”
oh jesus, “pray for my son”
step daddy did too much
and daddy ain’t did enough
i hope i don’t overdose
i’m drunk off my second cup
my b-tch is a d cup
white cops wanna freeze us
my n-ggas don’t freeze up
my brothers throw cs up
they all tryna k!ll us
white folks wanna be us
these n-ggas can’t be us
is jesus gon’ free us?

[bridge]
and you still ain’t’ getting back to me
i been calling all day
i’m alone
yeah man, i’m alone

[hook]
i told god he got to hold it down
hold it down
i seen the devil swimming in my bottle
in my bottle
don’t listen to what yo pastor preaching
gon’ head
she on her knees
she praying to the deacon

[verse]
n-ggas steady hating, n-ggas steady talking
we don’t do that often
if he snitching, off him, put him in a coffin
we don’t do peace offerings, i don’t do no flossin’
why you mad at me?
i’m just tryna drink
now i’m p-ssy drunk, baby give me face
baby give me sp-ce, baby give me love
mama give me hug, that’s all i want
n-gga you a punk, hit em with the pump
money come in quick, she got me c-mmin’ quick
i don’t take no sh-t, daddy wasn’t there
life isn’t fair, now i’m too gangsta
n-ggas acting brand new lately, it’s too shady
too, too crazy
when n-ggas switch up like cross dressers
rupaul would be proud of y’all

[outro]
all i’m saying is south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south, south

- brutus irv

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