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    T-Pain Church текст песни

    Church

    Ladies and Gentlemen

    You already know what it is

    Ok, Yea, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit

    Im tryin to run in this mutherfcka

    Im tryin to anyways

    Got two hard lookin mutherfckers

    Ca mon

    I was tryin to enjoy ma night but you then came here

    Turned around looked mighty happy fore you came here

    I then turn into a rude dude

    Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights

    You aint doin nuthing but runnin ya yapp yapp

    You got to got to go get a couple homeboy i am strapped strapped

    I then turn into a rude dude man

    Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights

    Dope little lady tryin to hold you back you better listen to her

    She better not talk that shit ima have to put some *thin’* *straight* through her

    I *done* *turned* into a rude dude man

    Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock out ya lights…Ca mon

    Yea, damm, You think you cool, you think im not you think you tough

    Damm, you think you hard, you think im soft, you think you rough

    Damm,You talkin shit, betta close your lips, you need to hush

    Before the end of the night im gunna have to take your ass to church

    Its a Sunday at the park im chillin trying to get ma swerve on

    Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on

    I then turn into a rude dude man

    Why you gotta fuck up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off

    You aint doin nuthing but runnin your pie hole

    You gon’ make me do somethin thatta get eye swolln’

    I dont wanna be a rude dude man

    Why you gotta fuck up the park ima put you in the dark clap on clap off

    If thats your car you need to go ahead and get into it

    Better not talk that shit you gonna get bust something through it

    I then turn into a rude dude man

    Why you gotta fuck up the park gotta put you in the dark lights on lights off

    Those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not

    Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like

    Im like those niggas think they hard, so why they think im not

    Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like

    Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not

    Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like

    Those bitches think they hard, so why they think im not

    Until i put it hard and i show them what i got kinda like



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