Church Lyrics

Church, church, church, church

Church, church, church, church Church, church, church, church

Church, church, church, church

I need to go back to the church

I healed from these things that cause me pain

At this point, it don't hurt

Ain't no trickin me I promise that that shit will never work

I'm in my"You're in Trouble!" shirt"You're in Trouble!" sweats, she in a"You're in Trouble!" skirt

I could fuck this bitch, I bet

You played it, you played it right, so I left

You kept secrets, right? That's the reason that I crept

Yeah, don't flex, don't flex

Can't stop me from this check

Is you cheating, baby? Pass that phone and let me check

It's just bout respect I just wanna know your intentions

Loving this bitch is expensive

Erasing this bitch with a pencil

I'm saying I hate you, it's simple

I'm trying to dig in her cheeks

Quisi gave her a new dimple

I swear to God, I ain't tripping

Ten blunts to the face, I ain't sipping

If I fall asleep, don't pinch me

I put on the team, the whole bench eat

I went to bed, but I didn't sleep

Locked in this stu and made ten beats

They don't wanna help, but they envy

I don't wear the swag, it's in me

Church, church, church, church

Church, church, church, church Church, church, church, church

Church, church, church, church

I need to go back to the church

I healed from these things that cause me pain

At this point, it don't hurt

Ain't no trickin me I promise that that shit will never work

I'm in my"You're in Trouble!" shirt"You're in Trouble!" sweats, she in a"You're in Trouble!" skirt

I could fuck this bitch, I bet

You played it, you played it right, so I left

You kept secrets, right? That's the reason that I crept

Yeah, don't flex, don't flex

Can't stop me from this check

Is you cheating, baby? Pass that phone and let me check