BJ The Chicago Kid - Church (West Coast Remix) lyrics

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(Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid)

She say she wanna drink, do drugs and have sex tonight

But I got church in the morning, church in the morning

She say she wanna drink, do drugs and have sex tonight

But I got church in the morning, church in the morning

(Verse: Ty Dolla $ign)

Hope they got a heaven for a real one

Hoping God forgive me, 'bout to kill some

Brown skin chick with some thick ole thighs

Told me she in love, that's a big 'ole lie

Hit it last night, now she back tonight

Said her boyfriend couldn't get it right

Kissing all on it while I blow that strong

Knowing damn well we both dead wrong

But it feels good so it's okay, yeah it's alright

Ya got heaven in between yo thighs, don't look me in the eye

I'mma say shit I don't mean and I hate when I do that

Blaming it on the molly or the weed or that 1942, yeah

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Anderson .Paak)

Flippin' through the pages of the Old Testament

Like baby, don't test me

I grew up in the pulpits

But I was on the drum stool, riffing and groovin

And every Sunday ya the best dressing

But I don't know who ya fooling

As soon as the preacher stop hooping

I'mma get the car warmed up and come scoop yah

I'mma pray to god the reverend don't shoot me

I should put a lot more pause in my movement

I neva touched it but good lord, have mercy

The lord is my shepherd he knows what I want

The devil on my shoulder

Tell me I should take ya for shots of Patrón

And take ya to Bible study in the morning

The angel said to leave that man's wife alone

He paying the save souls

I just went home then

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: BJ The Chicago Kid)

Hopefully we can go to Heaven

Baby girl understand that the plan is to win like the boys in '97

Ecstacy all night, baby girl

Hopefully ya can call the reverend

Hopefully he friends with Melvin

From the Blue Notes tell him bring two smokes

And a shot of Hen', drive his Benz back to heaven

Cuz baby ya, got what I want and baby ya know it

And every time ya walk by, baby I can tell ya just can't control it

A nigga done fell in love with the preacher's daughter

I know we shouldn't but we both oughta

Do it again, Lord forgive us for our sins

(Chorus)

(Outro: Buddy)

Hopefully we can go to heaven

(I pray) Hopefully we go to heaven

(We can go to hell) Hopefully we can go to heaven

(I Pray) Hopefully we can go to heaven

Hopefully we can go to heaven