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[intro]
trap lives matter hoe
(laughing)

[interlude]
truey on the beat
(yo yo yo)
amen…
trap gospel

[verse 1: a1 juug]
it’s pastor juug
i wanna speak to y’all, it’s ’bout fentanyl
if i catch my n_gga poppin’ a pill, better be tylenol
slap the sh_t out y’all, f_ck is wrong with y’all?
born to ball
might play for wichita, they way i make the play then whip it off
god bless yall, god bless the trap, i ain’t gotta rap
me and the deacon shooting cr_ps, he owe me imma double back
triple_double in the trap, victory lap in the trap
had to balance out my scale so it could take a nap
my n_gga selling cookies, he just whipped another batch
when i hit it from the front she say she feel it in her back
swear to god i left church to re_up and that’s a fact
lord forgive me but i know you know the land needed that
the fruit that i’m serving, adam got eve stealing that
these extensions in my nine, ain’t weave attached to it
the way i throw these bullets at you, think drew brees attached to it
oh my god, all this paper ain’t no trees attached to it

[chorus: a1 juug]
god bless the trap, and god bless the dead
they k!lling all the real n_ggas, and the fake ones spreadin’
trap gospel got my pistol on me at my wedding
you ain’t know the church was a business ran by felons

[bridge]
awww it’s offering time out this mother f_cker
and y’all know church run by the felons, so you know what the h_ll that mean
put ya mother f_ckin’ offering in the basket, or end up in a god d_mn casket
ya half_sack having hustlers, and ya mother f_ckin’ bald headed boosters
gotta tap in to this sh_t here
pastor juug up there cuttin’ up
and mother f_ckers gon kick in, or y’all gon be kicked the f_ck out…

[verse 2: a1 juug]
listen up, n_gga shut it up, b_tch run it up
run the play, double round the cut, i’mma pick you up
yellow bus, short bus shawty, pour it in my cup
bust a nut, then my my mood change, am i a catfish or what
almost stole on the choir when they played knuck if you buck
take the money out the offering and buy a beamer truck
throwing dough in the air, i should buy a pizza hut
get some sh_t air dropped on us with no iphones on us
oh sh_t…you ain’t know your pastor cuss?
period pooh i’m in the trap
what’s the fuss, what’s the rush?
you sipping tuss, grabbed the holy oil and mixed it with some punch
you think it’s musty in the church, that’s the under arm on us
you think you stealing from the church, you really stealing sh_t from us
i’m having two offerings ’cause it’s the first of the month
b_tch i’m so official i can sell some stripes to rev run
watch me pray over this n_gga and turn a bum into a plug
(amen)

[outro]
it’s magic
yeah, pastor juug
trap god i did that n_gga
yeah, no problem
juug brought the streets back n_gga
long live o n_gga, rip fruits
yeah
juug, juug!

- a1 juug

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