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letra de black jeezus - flascollate

[intro – flascollate]
uh ha, yea (x2)

[verse one – flascollate]
perfect time wrong planin’, n-gga i don’t panic
daily talk to god, but god he don’t talk back
the devil after n-ggas, outchea givin’ contracts
a life that is perfect, a lie on a prophet
i don’t trust b-tches, special when their ass fat
hit it wit’ no rubber that’s a vacay next to heaven
next to black jeezus i write verse for the bible
the world f-cked up, i was jeezus i wouldn’t come back
pray my sins forgiven, pray my soul to heaven
you wake up every mornin’ you be thinkin’ who to lie on
my ego too, a lion. problems i got tie on
promise i won’t die home, promise i won’t die broke
one of a kind, boy am one of a kind
who am i without this rap sh-t, rappin with no payslips
colour on her big lips, baby cum and taste this
she ain’t thick enough but she really got some fat ass
pray that cookkie grips, if ain’t then i move on
i don’t like to waste time, please don’t you waste mine
talk is on sale, you know talk is very cheap
n-ggas on setup, make a move they blow your brains out (paw)

[chorus: flascollate]
pray to black jesus
pray to black jesus
they paint the n-gga white but i pray to black jesus
pray to black jesus
pray to black jesus
they paint my n-gga white but i pray to black jesus (x2)
[verse two:flascollate]
their jeezus on the wall and that motherf-ka white
i don’t really go to church, i dont really read the bible
but am always on my knees and am prayin’ for my n-ggas
i pray they get paid up, before they get famous
i think hate is love, they just got it twisted up
be careful who love, they the one to set you up
n-ggas catch you lackin, you gon die before your time
my n-ggas catch you lazy, they gon eat what’s on your parm?
get your sh-t together, make your life better
sunday mornin’ prayer, beat the stormy weather
on some scary sh-t, don’t you ever show me love
fear love more than death, divorcin’ gettin’ worse
its twenty f-ckin’ somethin’ so its hard to give a f-ck
sip water mind your business, somethin we can work wit’
burst a long nut thank god she ain’t gravid
another day in campbridge, lookin’ for the same sh-t
jesus broke bread then satan made a sandwich
my soul ain’t for sale, i ain’t that n-gga to be played wit’
chill motherf-cka but sometimes i lose that holy sh-t
prayin’ at the studio so these verses can be solid (amen)

- flascollate

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