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letra de sacrilegious - garry with two r's

[intro]

i don’t let the pastor tell it
i don’t put it past the reverend
holy sh-t a n-gga preachin’
yo’ bm in the deacon dm

somebody tell these n-ggas
they hoes ain’t safe around us
ain’t safe ‘round us
somebody tell these b-tches
they souls ain’t saved around us
ain’t saved ‘round

i don’t neva’ lie
i don’t neva’ lie
f-cker yes i’m fly
check me out i’m in the sky
yea, i don’t neva’ lie
i don’t neva’ lie
you want wings get in herе
baby girl oh my god yea

sometimes you gotta hit thеm switches
give them punk ass b-tches the business
and hit them switches mane
ya’ dig?
[verse 1]

two years old
a n-gga was a heathen
they took me to church
to try and exercise the demons
i stomped out the bible
danced on it like michael
switches to my britches
couldn’t stop the sh-t that i’d do
tweakin’
with the evil in my system
cause thanks to my mama
i was born with an addiction
and thanks to my father
got me interested in pimpin’
doin’ a lot of robbin’ got ‘em
both sent off to prison
lucky for me
i had my triple og’s
got the f-ck up out that beach
and came to the valley
see they neva’ had to
but they always had me
even when my people came home
and it ended badly
long story short
cause a n-gga gettin’ lazy
pops died in 07
and my mama’s f-ckin’ crazy
and i’m the spittin’ image
of my father with a grimace
i was born to be a menace
play this sh-t until ya feel me
ah
[bridge]

if you’re callin’ someone
to get in my business
there’s gonna be a problem
ain’t n0body gone get in yo business

[verse 2]

ya ain’t got no f-ckin’ business
where yo llc?
i bet you thought that you was sl!ck
but now you slipped to yo’ knees
ain’t got no apologies
for my anthology
f-ck the a, double r, y
n-gga i’m a g
(if you’re callin’ someone)
i can tell
how you feel bout yourself
i put a mirror on ya spirit
now ya’ k!llin’ yourself
what would help
is if you kept it real with yourself
but i could tell
that you can’t really deal with yourself
it must be h-ll
well i’m the captain
you gotta pay it to
and if we talkin’ money
i’m out to get it in layers boo
they tell you count ya’ blessins’
but betta’ watch who you say it to
cause if we talkin’ blessins’
my number is unexplainable
despite that i know i’m harsh
if you know me, you know my heart
if i don’t blow up, i’ll blow apart
i only want b-tches like joan of arc
that fight for me like god baby
work it like a job baby aw yea

- garry with two rs

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