Church Lyrics

Bottega Venetta be all on her waist

I be my nigga main attraction

Pussy be dripping call it magic

He like to eat it when he fasting

He wanna beat it michael jackson

He wanna ugh

He said he be liking

The curves in her waist

Pretty like mona it's

All in her face

Moaning and scratching

He pull on the lace

Dolly the reason

That look on his face

When he be stroking

No running in place

Now he be bussin

No erica banks

When I be riding

I'm writing my name

Pussy designer

It's custom I think

Kitty expensive it

Sit in lapearla

When I be writing

Committing the murder

Bitches be biting i'm

Packing the burner

Benjamin franklin

Abundant my niggas

A Earner

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church Uh

Let's Go to Church Uh

Got yo nigga on my ligament

Say the pussy taste like cinnamon

When he in it he be swimming in

The goodness put a spell on em

Like prudence like nike I just do it

Like the bass he be boomin

Make it disappear illusion

Oh My God

Sex Doll erotica

This pussy pink like bubblegum

He always love to chew it up

It's warm and snug like cashmere

That bakarat the fragrance

This throat good like ostrich

That heavenly that goddess

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church

Let's Go To Church Uh