Audio Push, Musiq Soulchild - Praise You lyrics
[Audio Push, Musiq Soulchild - Praise You lyrics]
Praise, praise, praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise, praise
I just wanna praise you
Uh, you gotta love how it worked out
You work hard and you work out
But, you keep it cool
You was raised in a church house
Them Hit-Boy chords known to
Bring the church out!
You been hurting now you fragile
For your love I'll go to war
I'll go to battle
I'd lock you down if I had a shackle
Church, preach, tabernacle
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
If you ain't scared to do your dance then
Hit the floor cause this your jam
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
You're the woman a man needs cause
You don't need a man
That's perfect, just hit me on my line
Don't be blind to them niggas
Chasing after your behind
You do it for that boy who
Taught the world how to shine
You don't do it for the vine that's
Why I had to make you mine go
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Let me praise you
Girl I just wanna praise you
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Alright, you don't like clubs
I think that's perfect
But chivalry died and girls named it thirsty
And I'm still finding myself
Opening doors and giving
Flowers and making sure you walk in first
And when I sit back and
Break Pineapple Express open
They look for love with their eyes
Closed and their legs open
These other girls always single
With the summer
Just young and having fun I don't
Judge 'em but you know
One lucky woman is gonna
Get the opportunity to
Come and get a wedding ring from me
And they hit me then sitting next to you
Doing absolutely nothing means absolutely
Everything to me so I had to make a song
For when you're alone and I'm
Not on the phone you can
Play this and never cry
I guess I did it I finally
Get it when they say if
A writer falls in love with you
Then you can never die
And this'll out-live me
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Let me praise you
Girl I just wanna praise you
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
What you doing girl? You doing it right
Don't stop doing it praise you
I just wanna praise you girl praise you
Praise you praise you praise you
Praise, praise, praise, praise
I just wanna praise you
Uh, you gotta love how it worked out
You work hard and you work out
But, you keep it cool
You was raised in a church house
Them Hit-Boy chords known to
Bring the church out!
You been hurting now you fragile
For your love I'll go to war
I'll go to battle
I'd lock you down if I had a shackle
Church, preach, tabernacle
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
If you ain't scared to do your dance then
Hit the floor cause this your jam
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
You're the woman a man needs cause
You don't need a man
That's perfect, just hit me on my line
Don't be blind to them niggas
Chasing after your behind
You do it for that boy who
Taught the world how to shine
You don't do it for the vine that's
Why I had to make you mine go
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Let me praise you
Girl I just wanna praise you
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Alright, you don't like clubs
I think that's perfect
But chivalry died and girls named it thirsty
And I'm still finding myself
Opening doors and giving
Flowers and making sure you walk in first
And when I sit back and
Break Pineapple Express open
They look for love with their eyes
Closed and their legs open
These other girls always single
With the summer
Just young and having fun I don't
Judge 'em but you know
One lucky woman is gonna
Get the opportunity to
Come and get a wedding ring from me
And they hit me then sitting next to you
Doing absolutely nothing means absolutely
Everything to me so I had to make a song
For when you're alone and I'm
Not on the phone you can
Play this and never cry
I guess I did it I finally
Get it when they say if
A writer falls in love with you
Then you can never die
And this'll out-live me
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Let me praise you
Girl I just wanna praise you
They want you gone i want your time
They want you out your clothes
I want you mine let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
Don't stop let me praise you
What you doing girl? You doing it right
Don't stop doing it praise you
I just wanna praise you girl praise you
Praise you praise you praise you