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[Reverend preaching]<br />Ha ha ha haa<br />Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today<br />to listen to a young man that's on fiiya<br />You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy<br />and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S<br />Fabolous<br /><br />(Fab): Preach, Brother preach<br />(Rev.): Fabolous<br />(Fab): Preach Brother preach<br />(Rev.): Preach to 'em Brother, Church<br />(Fab): Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br />Yo, I preach through my raps<br />God is watchin me I still reach to my strap<br />Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap<br />Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap<br />I teach you to rap in my Sunday School<br />These bitches get a one day rule<br />You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?<br />Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool<br />If not you gotta walk like a runway fool<br />Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels<br />If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..<br />..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes<br />They should make scriptures wit my flows<br />I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes<br />So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah<br />While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya<br />Church<br /><br />[Reverend preaching]<br />Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps<br />You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla<br />pimps that take what they want<br />Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)<br />Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)<br />Nice pimps, mean pimps<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />I feel like the angel of God<br />All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod<br />It's like I was put here to put layers in the air<br />Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair<br />Put pairs in the rear<br />I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare<br />Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners<br />Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners<br />Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners<br />But, I'ma sense of relief<br />And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief<br />If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif<br />But they say God giveth and He taketh away<br />And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K<br />If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit<br />At the club I get right in<br />So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in<br />God loves me<br /><br />[Reverend preaching]<br />Now just what kind of ho are you?<br />Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)<br />Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)<br />A domestic ho, or an international ho?<br />A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made<br />tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it<br />You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it<br />New York City of God<br />I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads<br />I'm spittin the gospel<br />I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick<br />soon as it get in they nostrils<br />A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya<br />A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor<br />And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma<br />While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up<br />I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up<br />Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up<br />I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard<br />When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans<br />You prolly got the man you love wit you<br />But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?<br />Can I get an Amen<br /><br />[Reverend talking]<br />Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes<br />But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know<br />Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got<br />They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play<br />They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator<br />Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it<br />They hate change (They hate change)<br />And they hate progress<br />They hate me and they hate you<br />They hate they own momma<br />Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit<br />But I'm here to tell ya today<br />That if you a hater<br />Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)<br />And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate<br />So I'ma go up on the corner<br />And buy me a fish sandwich<br />Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back<br />Tha Reverend Charlie Brown<br />And don't you ever forget<br />Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous<br />Bitch ass motherfuckers<br />{*fades out*}
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[Reverend preaching]<br />Ha ha ha haa<br />Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today<br />to listen to a young man that's on fiiya<br />You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy<br />and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S<br />Fabolous<br /><br />(Fab): Preach, Brother preach<br />(Rev.): Fabolous<br />(Fab): Preach Brother preach<br />(Rev.): Preach to 'em Brother, Church<br />(Fab): Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br />Yo, I preach through my raps<br />God is watchin me I still reach to my strap<br />Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap<br />Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap<br />I teach you to rap in my Sunday School<br />These bitches get a one day rule<br />You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?<br />Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool<br />If not you gotta walk like a runway fool<br />Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels<br />If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..<br />..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes<br />They should make scriptures wit my flows<br />I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes<br />So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah<br />While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya<br />Church<br /><br />[Reverend preaching]<br />Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps<br />You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla<br />pimps that take what they want<br />Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)<br />Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)<br />Nice pimps, mean pimps<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br />I feel like the angel of God<br />All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod<br />It's like I was put here to put layers in the air<br />Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair<br />Put pairs in the rear<br />I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare<br />Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners<br />Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners<br />Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners<br />But, I'ma sense of relief<br />And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief<br />If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif<br />But they say God giveth and He taketh away<br />And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K<br />If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit<br />At the club I get right in<br />So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in<br />God loves me<br /><br />[Reverend preaching]<br />Now just what kind of ho are you?<br />Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)<br />Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)<br />A domestic ho, or an international ho?<br />A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br />Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made<br />tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it<br />You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it<br />New York City of God<br />I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads<br />I'm spittin the gospel<br />I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick<br />soon as it get in they nostrils<br />A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya<br />A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor<br />And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma<br />While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up<br />I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up<br />Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up<br />I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard<br />When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans<br />You prolly got the man you love wit you<br />But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?<br />Can I get an Amen<br /><br />[Reverend talking]<br />Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes<br />But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know<br />Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got<br />They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play<br />They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator<br />Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it<br />They hate change (They hate change)<br />And they hate progress<br />They hate me and they hate you<br />They hate they own momma<br />Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit<br />But I'm here to tell ya today<br />That if you a hater<br />Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)<br />And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate<br />So I'ma go up on the corner<br />And buy me a fish sandwich<br />Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back<br />Tha Reverend Charlie Brown<br />And don't you ever forget<br />Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous<br />Bitch ass motherfuckers<br />{*fades out*}
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