Amen

Lyrics

[[Verse:]: Lil Wanye]  
Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!  
  
There's a couple married bitches in the building  
Fucked them!  
I get that? I get that pussy  
Nothing  
I see you niggas got no life... Sixth Sense  
She said she wanna fuck my brains out  
But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!  
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face  
I told that bitch she got good seats  
Man, these niggas softer than fleece  
2-D niggas, and they obliques  
You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep  
Bitch you know the motto!  
It's Young Money over hoes  
Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio  
Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me  
She say vert-dick is hung like a jury  
I'm on the track: doa  
Some of these niggas be dea  
Money tall: nba  
Broke niggas: smh  
Hit em like Canseco  
But she be like "No way Jose!"  
I got all that white  
What you call that? Okkk!  
Every night I go hard  
She like me like Boston George  
She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy  
3 car garage!  
These niggas is false alarms  
They don't mean no fuckin harm  
Hey baby let's make a porn!  
Ba-bum! Devil horns  
You know that I ain't got no ceilings  
The money changed me, I'm making chameleons  
Only God can judge me, can't appeal it  
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit  
Amen!  
Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing  
I've got a street sweeper... Do you need your street cleaned?  
Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team  
Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!  
Preach! Security breach  
I'm on that grass harder than cleats  
I'm on that gas, y'all on E  
Nigga my cash out of your reach  
I run shit like the reverend  
She get on her knees for this dick  
Then swallow all of them blessings  
Church!  
  
[[Verse 2:]: Boo]  
Just a way of life  
  
Brought my mama a crib  
Brought my daddy a car  
Let him go free Tune  
Now they think I'm a star  
Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing  
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing  
I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking  
Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune  
In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase  
Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous  
Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck  
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up  
Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing  
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children  
Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost  
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose  
Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat  
Only ride foreign  
We don't do 100 spokes  
When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes  
Ha Laughing at you fuck boys  
Skate gear I'm a truck boy  
On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy