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    This is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm... I'm blessed

    [Chorus]
    Me, I ain't got to send a usher around
    with baskets or talk to a choir
    But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher
    on sunday morning
    Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buy
    But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service
    on sunday morning

    [Verse 1]
    I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
    I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections
    But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it
    So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
    I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
    Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
    My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
    Now you seen the dope fiend lean
    And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
    The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
    Like there's no tomorrow
    Hit that pass that, that's the motto
    You know jail's like vacation for my friends
    They go away, come home and do the same shit again
    You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck
    They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck

    [Chorus]
    Me, I ain't got to send a usher around
    with baskets or talk to a choir
    But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher
    on sunday morning
    Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buy
    But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service
    on sunday morning

    [Verse 2]
    I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
    Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die
    First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
    And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust
    It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
    Everything you worked for, they come to take it all
    Man it's like they don't know what they taking
    Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon
    When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
    Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music
    Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me
    I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
    Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
    Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
    Lord forgive me I'm regressing again
    Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins

    [Chorus]
    Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets
    or talk to a choir
    But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher
    on sunday morning
    Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buy
    But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service
    on sunday morning

    Letra enviada por Eduardo Rodrigues
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