Jamie Foxx, The Game - Hallelujah lyrics

[Jamie Foxx, The Game - Hallelujah lyrics]

Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn
Damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn
Damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina
Do, reach you
Praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna
Do, praise you
My lord

Nigga I ain't pastor mason
Yo, nigga patting rhyme
Pete sirock acing y'all
And since I got good taste and all
This for all the bad bitches 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 Louie purses in
Bad bitches 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 motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Damn
Hop in my holy ghost
Hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Damn
Heaven's prays

They look around the church like
What that nigga looking here
He prolly told of somebody
Posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a nigga
Hey I don't wanna go to church
I can't budge the nigga
But I love the nigga, so I'm
A go for both us
And put these g stars slacks
With these louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to hova
But the service jumping
The pastor is 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'm
A count my blessings now
Somebody hold this

Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a 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 ties, 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 supposed ain't nobody a liar in here
If that was true
The whole chruch would be on fire in here
I'm so 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 have my force
Fell to the floor like

Halle motherfucking lujah
All my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh 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 tryina
Do is, reach you
Praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do is
My lord

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