Church (California Breeze Freestyle) Lyrics

Cant call me Revoluciano no more, it's Pastor Pipe the Pussy

Do you understand me

Pimpin

Church, church, church

Come to my church pimpin' all season, it's goin' down

It ain't Revo no more, they call me Deacon Dick em Down

Had a butter pecan and Rican in the office where I worked

Late night in the parking lot, I'm all in her skirt

I had a designated driver used to work the docks

Could drive stick and the mouth was like a thousand watts

Wake up cook my whole crew breakfast

When she walk her titties bounce, basketballs the size of Texas

My girl Pam used to damn near pee-pee in the pants

That was before the bed dance and givin her bone

When every conversation was stimulatin her dome

Why you think she never fucked with that nigga Jerome

Never give her what she want

She want wood then I pipe it

My murda mami tell me use the .40 and I snipe it

I'm the one orderin shots after the last call

Bartender hold my Glock by the Coors and Samuel

She think I'ma lick her down cause I had some liquor now

All it really means is once it up it's never goin' down

Why you think once Remy in me I be trynna leave the crowd

Lead you to the town

No time to ever lay you down

Walk in the door and do you dirty right up on the ground

Them love cries, no lies, I love how it sound

And I love them sexy lips, cute feet and lusty eyes

Why you think my dick feel like a brick between your thighs

all you weak game spitters need game then pay tithes

Signing out the Deacon, you can close your books up

Ladies Bible study's Wednesdays, the day of the hump

Follow up

Dial 777, nutt in your butt, what

Uh-uh, see this is what I'm talkin' about

I ain't comin' to this church no more

You a nasty motherfucker

And this ain't no work of the Lord