Church - The Game, King Chip, Trey Songz

I’m tryin' to go to church

Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club

See some 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 wit' a stripper, cue to that nigga T-Pain

Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz

Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants

Ya strippin?

Go on twerk it then, cause' after this

I’m tryin' to go to church

Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club

See some 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

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

Tomb Raider, sooner or later

The way you move that ass so innovative

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’mma crucify that pussy, I’mma nail it here, I’mma nail it there

I’mma mail it here, I’mma 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!

I’m tryin' to go to church

Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club

See some 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

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

Tomb Raider, sooner or later

The way you move that ass so innovative

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

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’mma roll through your hood, and collect my offering

Seen her wit 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!)

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

Tomb Raider, sooner or later

The way you move that ass so innovative

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