alexwells10 - GOSPEL Lyrics

Out here, on my cellular phone
Got three bad shorties up on my phone
But I ain't shit, so why they even hit me up
I need a cute brown girl for a pick-me-up
Drinking pimp juice from a shiny cup
Shoutout to the homies, yeah, that's what's up
Yeah, the girl can give me some cuddles in bed
I hope she ain't a gold digger, still tryna stack my bread
Ain't no question, they love your boy now
All the fakes and the lames, I destroy, pow
In the crowd, in the back, they be like, wow
Hit em with the lightning, yeah, kachow
I'm still tryna shake the haters, man, I'm missing the 2K
The razors and pagers, and the pimps and the players
And the baggy fits and classy chicks
Hit the pavement in 1996
I was born in the sticks, uh
Show Me Where Lord
Show Me Where Lord
Yeah, I had to be a man by the age of six
Collecting and cutting wood up in the sticks
Now I started this music shit just for fun
I never thought I'd have five fans or even one
But I love y'all, and if my voice is a whole bop
Call me bepsi, a 12 can of soda pop
Yeah, casual, factual, rhyme-spitting animal
It's in my genes, I fight to the death like a cannibal
Yeah, my bars will eat you up, 19 degrees
My type of chillin, you gotta heat you up
Cause you got cold feet, you say you run the streets
Why such a small goal
Y'all barely make enough to eat
I wanna run the world, and in the process
Scoop a baddie, call her baby girl
I don't care about her bitties, I'm just tryna get litty
Live it all up in Vegas Sin City
Yeah, you know what's good
Show Me Where Lord
Show Me Where Lord
Show Me Where Lord
Show Me Where Lord