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the priest - tomi reed lyrics

the priest

hook
i’m loved by my parishioners
but i fell in love with the hoes
flying through like missioners
i’m dealing, i’m dealing n*ggers plugged me with the coke
i’m leading the mass n*gga i’m moving the dope
teaching how to weed instead of preaching the gospel
bringing some new members in to my cliques
i’m managing the parish they call me the priest
i’m bad to the bone, n*gga i’m vicious
and these n*ggers all know it
n*ggers be doubting the sheep calling it wolf
i’m raising h*ll breaking, sailing ship on the road
all in that white n*gga i’m trapping holy ghost
i perform and pray for y’all grinding for life
i ain’t thinking a second n*gga i roll the dice with these b*tches that tripping, keep dripping, i spit on ’em
they like my pipe
i got the ice, my wrist is frozen
new different money, i’m buying these b*tches
f*ck all the rumors yeah f*ck all y’all snitches
i’m a gangster, imma put ’em on ditches
i got the ice, my wrist is frozen
new different money, i’m buying these b*tches
f*ck all the rumors yeah f*ck all y’all snitches
i’m a gangster, imma put ’em on ditches

bridge
n*gga spill the confession, i’ll give you spiritual direction
a real n*gga demeanor, designer keep me high fashion
i crack all the tablets, i’m reading the bible
i got words for these n*ggers, i got lingo like scrabble
i hit the casino to gamble this money
i prepared all y’all funerals to bury your bodies

verse 1
graduate a shooter, i spit rounds on these n*ggers
i’m dressed with my hat and my boots like a ranger
name a n*gga in this b*tch that don’t know me
i don’t see them if i don’t look down, to me they’re all strangers
i got on my kneels just to beg for forgiveness
no h*ll, thats never my wish nor my prayer
a n*gga is a n*gga, a b*tch be a b*tch, a hoe is gon’ be hoe and a player is a player
i’ll eat your heart, you can call me the beast
since i drank from the hate i got f*cking disease
everything that i do is from my curses and gifts
hope y’all gon’ find this sh*t in my spleen creeping my cheese
i’m f*cking with all angels, i got no business with demons
sound of the clock, serve the bells, crystal ding dong
i be a n*gga in a pope, selling dope, i got the leverage and i got the billionaire demeanor

verse 2
n*gga i’m fiendish, i’m heinous, i’m deadly
but why all these b*tches are motherf*cking stable
i don’t wanna stop digging nuns from the calvary
so these n*ggers thinking i’m reading the wrong bible
i’ve gone up a few tax and some brackets, black magic. i’m starting the riot, i got too many riffles
i told you, and by the way these n*gga ain’t got worries if they ain’t got nothing but quarrel that’s turning to hassle
i feed the poor and i visit the prison and advocate for justice
but i don’t care about these haters
am i becoming the stereotype i don’t like that most of my n*ggers are
i’ll quit this sh*t later
but i just think that i’m becoming a priest
in a deceitful belief
i built the church just to cover my sins
i ain’t f*cking nervous n*gga. how about this?
and i blow up the city
i’m causing the loss just to carry the cross
its gross, boss and don n*gga, priest n*gga thugging
yeah i did it before
n*gga imma do it again
i’m outchea this b*tch evil thirsty for more
in this white robe n*gga, i pull the trigger
and later together my hands to say prayers
cheese and codeine n*gga, holy communion
bunch of this attitude in me n*gga i’m legion

hook

i’m loved by my parishioners
but i fell in love with the hoes
flying through like missioners
i’m dealing, i’m dealing n*ggers plugged me with the coke
i’m leading the mass n*gga i’m moving the dope
teaching how to weed instead of preaching the gospel
bringing some new members in to my cliques
i’m managing the parish they call me the priest
i’m bad to the bone, n*gga i’m vicious
and these n*ggers all know it
n*ggers be doubting the sheep calling it wolf
i’m raising h*ll breaking, sailing ship on the road
all in that white n*gga i’m trapping holy ghost
i perform and pray for y’all grinding for life
i ain’t thinking a second n*gga i roll the dice with these b*tches that tripping, keep dripping, i spit on ’em
they like my pipe
i got the ice, my wrist is frozen
new different money, i’m buying these b*tches
f*ck all the rumors yeah f*ck all y’all snitches
i’m a gangster, imma put ’em on ditches
i got the ice, my wrist is frozen
new different money, i’m buying these b*tches
f*ck all the rumors yeah f*ck all y’all snitches
i’m a gangster, imma put ’em on ditches

- tomi reed lyrics

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