FAITH Lyrics

FAITH - Jaleel Thomas

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Back at the crib with the extras

These bitches be twerking impressive

I don't really listen to niggas

But we can get paper just like you suggested

I'm doing the splits with my niggas

The bag is a cake

I'm feeding my besties

I need like two hundred k for the summer

I'm working that night shift

Text me

Delivery man

I'm bagging the order

To make sure it get to you safely

Her man was cunt

I fucked on her once

Now he and his niggas they hate me

Still all them niggas gon pay me

None of these niggas gon' change me

Asking me how I be getting these bitches

My nigga I never been lazy

My nigga I never been sweet

On top of your head just check the receipts

Stay blowing her back and I'm keeping it brief

She promised her man she never gon' cheat

She telling me now she fuck with a g

I told I'm good, i just wanna p

I'm bussing that nut

I pull up Jeans

Hell yeah I'm a thot

I'm back in the streets

Okay

My shooter got boujee

He don't do walk ups

Now he gon' hop out the wraith

Man I had molly for breakfast

I ain't even like how it taste

Remember back then

I was hot in the head

Now it's clear man everything changed

Remember when niggas was moving like wassas

Now In a better domain

Fuck you

Fuck your friends

And fuck whoever you claim

Lately been feeling like Moor Sounds

I'm making it bang

Swear to my bitch

Word to my mother

I'm putting that shit on my chain

If I see a Nigga walk up to my bitch

I'm turning that boy to a stain

The better days coming I prayed

Dawn of the day

We bake

End of the night

We make

These niggas fugazi

Fake

I promise I'm guided by faith

That's faith in Allah

That's faith In the rate

That's faith in whoever know road

That's faith in the gang

That's faith in the weight

Back at the crib with the extras

These bitches be twerking impressive

I don't really listen to niggas

But we can get paper just like you suggested

I'm doing the splits with my niggas

The bag is a cake

I'm feeding my besties

I need like two hundred k for the summer

I'm working that night shift

Text me

Back at the crib with the extras

These bitches be twerking impressive

I don't really listen to niggas

But we can get paper just like you suggested

I'm doing the splits with my niggas

The bag is a cake

I'm feeding my besties

I need like two hundred k for the summer

I'm working that night shift

Text me