Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate
Nigga want beef we can take it outside
You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-
She can't know where my mother stay
The truth but thats the way
Then crank up the sub woofers up loud
After he just got out, 15 years to count
U feel sum type of way,
Get in the mood on blacc friday
You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Bitches sittin on a sub, now her booty's loud.
Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
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