Zack Fox, Kenny Beats - Jesus Is the One (I Got Depression) lyrics
[Zack Fox, Kenny Beats - Jesus Is the One I Got Depression lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah, Kenny)
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot
And that’s on God
I ain't playin' ’bout my Lord and Savior
I'm on my job if you ain't a Christian
I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus
I'ma hit you with this K jesus is the one
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga
Free Palestine, free Tay-K
This the trap game Abraham Lincoln
Four score and 16 bars ago rIP betty White
She ain't dead but for when she die
’cause I know it’s comin' up (Woah, Kenny)
Ayy, lil’ bitch
How you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, still
Late on my bills, nigga
Your bitch at my crib
I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch
These some rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got canceled ’cause white
Folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue
On the bottom of my shoe
Nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealin' money from these bitches
I'm hittin' licks year 'round
Like it's Christmas, i got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut
It's delicious i wanna get a whip and
Crash it into white-owned businesses
Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma dip my balls into
Some thousand island dressin'
'Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested
'Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend
The money on a old Chevy
'Cause I got depression
Everybody know, nigga
You need to learn your fuckin' lesson
Nigga, I got depression
Ayy, shout-out mental illness
Shout-out mental illness
Dude, if you've got a mental illness
Like, fuckin' turn up, dude, like, seriously
Dude
Like, whatever the fuck you got goin' on
Dude fuckin', you're medicated, you're
Not medicated, dude
Like, seriously, fuckin', bro
I put my fuckin'
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos
And made this nigga bitch suck
The dust off the tip
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot
And that’s on God
I ain't playin' ’bout my Lord and Savior
I'm on my job if you ain't a Christian
I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus
I'ma hit you with this K jesus is the one
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga
Free Palestine, free Tay-K
This the trap game Abraham Lincoln
Four score and 16 bars ago rIP betty White
She ain't dead but for when she die
’cause I know it’s comin' up (Woah, Kenny)
Ayy, lil’ bitch
How you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, still
Late on my bills, nigga
Your bitch at my crib
I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch
These some rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got canceled ’cause white
Folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue
On the bottom of my shoe
Nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealin' money from these bitches
I'm hittin' licks year 'round
Like it's Christmas, i got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut
It's delicious i wanna get a whip and
Crash it into white-owned businesses
Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma dip my balls into
Some thousand island dressin'
'Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested
'Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend
The money on a old Chevy
'Cause I got depression
Everybody know, nigga
You need to learn your fuckin' lesson
Nigga, I got depression
Ayy, shout-out mental illness
Shout-out mental illness
Dude, if you've got a mental illness
Like, fuckin' turn up, dude, like, seriously
Dude
Like, whatever the fuck you got goin' on
Dude fuckin', you're medicated, you're
Not medicated, dude
Like, seriously, fuckin', bro
I put my fuckin'
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos
And made this nigga bitch suck
The dust off the tip