Текст песни The Sermon (Interlude) - Jaye Dolla

Don't play with my paper, bitch
Bout my money, what you mean
I ain't give a shit
Tryna rob, I'ma hit a nigga with a stick

I'm a smooth criminal, leave no evidence stepped out the cut with a bag on me, I'm a big red dog
Yeah, I'm in this bitch like Clifford
Done been down on my last night, ain't even had shit

I was sweeping up change like a swiffer
Couldn't get a job, so I said, fuck an app
Then I turned to the trap with a motherfucking pistol
Niggas gon' hate seeing niggas turn fake

I hit a nigga ass with a motherfucking missile
Pop a black head like a motherfucking pimple
Finesse a fuck, nigga, made the shit too simple
Though he had a bag that good, but i flexed him with some wood

Now the dumb nigga out I hear selling timber
I can make it snow, and it ain't even December
Turkey bags stuffed, I ain't talking November
Make a nigga dance with a drake, like he justin Timberlake

I'm a lion, like, Scar, you simba
I like that
I like that
Can I get an amen

Amen
Amen
Amen
I want to welcome y'all

New members please make a contribution
Please
Preach pastor
Get your collection plates out

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Amen
Preach pastor
Preach pastor Dolla
Preach pastor!