church - Intellectual

[Intro]

(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)

She tryna talk, but I'm not tryna talk 'cause the bitch so damn insane

Can't even remember, I smoke too much, hit four G's straight to the motherfucking face

And just like Juice WRLD, I'm finna tell it straight, all these bitches the same

They finna say that they love you and cuff you but they already fucked everyone in they lane

I already know how it feel, bro, you fall for a ho and then you finna feel all that pain

Pouring up Sprite in the cup, thеn I get my lil' seal and I'm finna make that bitch rain

Maybе a blunt with straight Indica 'cause you already know that's my favorite little strain

I don't really care about a bitch 'cause the bitches don't even develop, not in they brain

They already talk about pussy so I don't really know why they selling everything, on gang

I already know that my opps hella mad 'cause we caught his little homie and his homie was gay

No wonder his ass tryna come dick suck, I already know that his ass gon' get sprayed

His ass a loser, he calling me pussy in front of the bitches 'cause he tryna get laid

I let him down with a pipe and a gun, she tryna fuck and I'm fighting with cunt

She tryna fuck 'cause she know I got funds, but I got bitches, I already got tons, so

(DJ—)

(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)

(And welcome in the new year)

They didn't think imessage could do this, I know he mad as a bitch, he unequipped

You must feel like a motherfucking doofus, way you doubted me, way that I proved it

Now you look dumb and real fucking stupid, he tryna look around, but he so clueless

And that bitch tryna act like Cupid, tryna say that we meant to be

Told lil' bitch, yeah, you could stop that, don't really want no bitch referee

I was getting bands on me for the free, like, she tryna talk, but a ho not me

Ayy, fuck your job and fuck your teacher, fuck your church and fuck your preacher

Too much bands on, too much meters, too much bad hoes and they eaters

They-they-they keep talking, and talking and talking, but I just want sex

I got the— I got the bags in my hands when I'm walking, can't answer no texts

Wha-wha-what you wanna talk about? I'm so direct, ha, I might flex

And I— and I'm not tryna go slow with no pecs, I'm tryna get some neck

(DJ)

Bih', bih'

Bih, bih'

Bih', hahaha

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