Trey Songz, The Game, King Chip - Church lyrics

I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings
After that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me
I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH!

Christian Louboutins
They're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches
To the test then
What ya callin' spikes?
What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it?
Yea? No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ
Saturday night
She twerkin it for a real nigga
These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas
Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger
I'm in love with' a stripper
Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers
Word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya strippin? Gon' twerk it then
Cause' after this

I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Sooner or later, sooner or later
The way you move that ass [?]
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH) I need it for survival
(CHURCH) Lord save me!
(CHURCH) Poppin' bands for my baby

I'm a crucify that pussy
I'm a nail it here, I'm a nail it there
I'm a mail it here, I'm a mail it there
Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here
All we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch
And she'll burn your ass like a rug
Real niggas gon' say that
Real niggas don't play that
Real nigga'll take a basic bitch
Then close the trunk of that Maybach
Open the trunk to that Maybach
Roll the bitch in that water
Conscience start gettin the best of you
Gotta pull a ho outta that water
Try to make some sense of it
Tell a ho she got baptized
Put a couple hundreds in her Trues
Tell a ho to get her act right
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Red bottoms will make her fuck. You
Broke niggas don't stand a chance
CHURCH!

King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul
You say, "Damn, you livin like that?"
I say, "Bitch, I told you."
Sunday mornin, extra clean
Get these bitches off of him
I'm a roll through your hood
And collect my offering
Seen her with a group of friends
Damn she got the best butt
Then she turned around
Lookin like Morris Chestnut
Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck?
Even though shit a nigga still might fuck
You can be my "Plan C"
Just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut
Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death
I'm decomposin'
I just copped a dope ass condo
Just to keep some hoes in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
Smokin these L's in the pulpit
With OG Chuck in the cool bitch
Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn
That ass is stupid
(Haha)