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No Church On Sundays Lyrics - Artist : YSN Flow
I never stress to much about something or somebody
'Cause I ain't gonna let it roll around you What's goin' on around you Life gonna go on you just gotta be happy, you still here On granny, yeah, yeah I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays I was probably sinnin' Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich Even 'till I'm tired of winnin' My new bitch thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah Tell the Lord I'm so glad to make it Richest in my class ain't graduated I'm so glad, we made it past the basement Now a nigga livin' past amazing I get them from all these bags I'm facing But I know I'm the greatest them guys aren't ranking Never had nothin', he flash, we take it Think that he solid, these bullets goin' to break 'em Fucked up by losses I never thought that I could win again I told my mama if they find these guns Then I'll probably will go back to pain again Took a bus but not a Benz from here I can't trip about no friends again 'Cause niggas want drama, I just want some commas That's why my best friend is Benjamin No cap, niggas two face can't fuck with that If I give you my name I'm stuck with that When I fuck from the back, you fuck me back If I fall in love would you love me back? I heard you think love is whack But it's probably 'cause the nigga you fuck with whack He fucked up and you goin' back Girl, fuck that nigga, we done with that You fuckin' with me, they probably told you that nigga so street He walk outside and he clutchin' his feet He feel like everybody just goin' to leave So he pray that you play for keeps Please don't leave me, put trust in new people ain't easy But I know you need me as much I need you I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays I was probably sinnin' Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich Even 'till I'm tired of winnin' My new bitch thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah I'm blowing up like a split If it's problem, no problem, bro wait in this jungle If I shoot, I won't miss Trappin' in the court, he a blow up I'll pass him the torch If he strapped with the gang, then we with it We was youngins they labeled 'em BeyBlade kids All them young niggas trippin', got a milli came up on my city Keep a Glock with a dick, no AK Pop some karats for my niggas don't they pay Pop them xannys they think that cray-cray Pop too many and it look like my face fade Bring my choppa, ain't doin' no may lay All these bitches, goin' to give him a face lay Money talkin' I don't care about what they say We came Bobby V, came off the fake way 'Cause I got top from them Ain't no squares in my grass, my shit cut 'Cause I can't die in mind Let a nigga say it suck, then we goin' to slide Bitch, I'm goin' to ride for mine We get caught up in that jail, bitch I'm goin' to lie for mine I can go black and white, I came back to fight Tell my lawyers let's bust up the case All bezels here when I just bought the Wraith Smokin' on more, I feel like I'm on space I worked too hard for you to take my place Sit back and count that money to a state I don't really think these niggas real, for real They fake so I watch my back 'Cause I hear niggas out here killin' kids I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays I was probably sinnin' Bitch I'm tryin' to be more than rich Even 'till I'm tired of winnin' My new bitch thick, yeah And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah She don't get that we just different, yeah |
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