Hallelujah

Lyrics: J. Taylor/J Dutton/S. Benton/S. Jordan Music: J. Taylor/J Dutton/S. Benton/S. Jordan RIP to my n!gga George Jefferson N!ggas is moving on up And I know Weezy personally Halle motherfvcking lujah All my real n!ggas I salute ya All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise him Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise him, my lord N!gga I ain’t pastor Mason yo N!gga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all And since I got good taste and all This for all the bad b!tches couldn’t wait to get they braces off I know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking wrong But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone But I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service in And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in Bad b!tches in here, forgive me for my sins I ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus But you can’t catch the holy ghost in the Prius Halle motherfvcking lujah All my real n!ggas I salute ya All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Heaven’s prays, my lord Lookin' 'round the church like what that n!gga doing here He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years But who am I to judge a n!gga A.R. don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the n!gga But I love the n!gga, so I’mma go for both us And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers He rather sit outside and listen to Hova But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas And all this ass in here, how do I focus Collection plate buldging, damn pastor you the coldest My envelope stay swollen So I’mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this Halle motherfvcking lujah All my real n!ggas I salute ya All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn (Heaven’s prays) Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap Ain’t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats And look at God’s house, pack full of sinners With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’t And your outfit clean but your nose ain’t And I suppose ain’t nobody a liar in here If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here I’m sure glad we have a choir in here To wake me up everytime I get tired in here And one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the Lord Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours Fell to the floor like Halle motherfvcking lujah All my real n!ggas I salute ya All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah Damn, damn, damn, damn Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do ,(All I’m tryna do) Praise him, praise him Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do ,(All I’m tryna do) My lord My lord