Church On Monday
Boosie Badazz, Zaytoven
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Zaytoven I'd like to welcome everybody to my service tonight Where we talk nothing but real, real, real talk Real, real, real talk How y'all doing out there this evenin'? I see the ladies comin' here tonight, in my church Let me start off with this first story Let's go She was light-skinned, long hair but she a dummy Dead last disease, fuckin' 'round, fuckin' money If a bitch show you fakeness then you better get to runnin' Make sure everybody in your circle they a hunnid Learn how to save money, shit, 'cause bad days comin' And keep another woman, shit, 'cause mad day comin' If you in the game you can't rat, that's a no no Even if your arm's shot, hanging like a a yo-yo Ride fearin' nigga, who representin' your logo? But still watch every nigga in that fo' door, so close Give God his, hit your knees tell Him thank you God love Christians just like he love gangstas Respect the old people, pay up if you owe people Get out them people business and worry 'bout your people Don't get no "woman love money" if you ain't got money No matter what it is, don't let 'em take it from you Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Never let a woman handle you weak, then you beat Don't be thuggin' in these goddamn streets if you ain't street Keep your secrets all to yourself, don't let 'em leak If Zay' ain't on your beat then your shit probably weak If you know you might tell, don't put in work, that's church Ain't nothin' gangsta 'bout going to jail, that's church You can f*ck around with Trell and you gon' get your ass murked Shoot first, do dirt, I'ma send your ass to church Better find your ass a woman in this cold world (why?) 'Cause everybody probably fuckin' ol' girl Everybody say they got it, ain't got money Know the difference from who real and who stuntin' Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday Last sermon for the younger kids Buy your ass some land, I know Xans and all them goddamn Gucci feel What I'm seein' man is ludicrous They kill a nigga and get on live and say they did it, man Who can you trust when it hit the fan? F*ck that baby mama shit if that's your son, that's your lil' man If it ain't work then find another plan If these girls ain't actin' right go get you a wife like Gucci Mane (brr) If you gon' rock it, wear a stupid chain If you got money in your pocket do your thing, if you ain't had a thing Gotta go get it, can't be askin' man 'Cause ain't nobody givin' shit 'round here Church on Monday Church on Monday Church on Monday
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Written by: Torrence Hatch, Xavier Dotson
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