Ghetts, Donae’O - Preach lyrics
Ghetts [Justin Clarke Samuel]
[Ghetts, Donae’O - Preach lyrics]
Ah they talk the talk now, but do
They know what they say lord
Do they know what they say
Do they practice what they preach
I don't think so
I don't believe in them lord
I don't believe in them
Lord, I don't believe in them
Hold on please (are you listening)
Are you listening?
Mandem wanna talk about the greez
But the greez ain't glistening
Hold on please are you listening?
Mandem wanna talk about the greez
But the greez ain't glistening
Practice, preach practice what you preach
Practice, preach practice what you preach
Dis girl's preaching she ain't a hoe
We know better
Hoe's, calling other hoe's hoe, hoe
You're no better
Dat boy said he could get me a box of cheese
He don't know no cheddar
I said bring me a picture, he said Insta'
Tryna make photo's better
I thought man was talkin' my language but
When he spoke I gotta show Rosetta
Don't say "free my niggas in jail" if you
Ain't send them no dough or no letter
Ain't no man that grew up in nice air
Because why they wanna come around here
And start struttin' up gang signs
Stop it you post code fretter
Get on roads solo, never, you pussy
I told you, niggas don't like
Hand on the bible
I swear to God I'm a real nigga (I'm a real)
Actions of a G
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
And man will say family tree
Then branch out with a mans
Girl when he leaves
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
And man will say thanks for the P's
Then forget what you've done when
He's back on his feet
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
Better man don't look after their kids
But wanna treat all these slags like queens
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
I told you, niggas don't like
They know what they say lord
Do they know what they say
Do they practice what they preach
I don't think so
I don't believe in them lord
I don't believe in them
Lord, I don't believe in them
Hold on please (are you listening)
Are you listening?
Mandem wanna talk about the greez
But the greez ain't glistening
Hold on please are you listening?
Mandem wanna talk about the greez
But the greez ain't glistening
Practice, preach practice what you preach
Practice, preach practice what you preach
Dis girl's preaching she ain't a hoe
We know better
Hoe's, calling other hoe's hoe, hoe
You're no better
Dat boy said he could get me a box of cheese
He don't know no cheddar
I said bring me a picture, he said Insta'
Tryna make photo's better
I thought man was talkin' my language but
When he spoke I gotta show Rosetta
Don't say "free my niggas in jail" if you
Ain't send them no dough or no letter
Ain't no man that grew up in nice air
Because why they wanna come around here
And start struttin' up gang signs
Stop it you post code fretter
Get on roads solo, never, you pussy
I told you, niggas don't like
Hand on the bible
I swear to God I'm a real nigga (I'm a real)
Actions of a G
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
And man will say family tree
Then branch out with a mans
Girl when he leaves
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
And man will say thanks for the P's
Then forget what you've done when
He's back on his feet
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
Better man don't look after their kids
But wanna treat all these slags like queens
Morals my brotha, I can't abandon my beliefs
I told you, niggas don't like