Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
Yeo Jay
Oh, what's good Los?
What's up man? You bouta record?
Yo bro I got that fire, you gotta check this out bro
Oh ok, you see that's funny cause last week I asked for a song
I could roll up to with the homies, but when I was licking the paper
And I heard you say, Jesus?
I did?
Yea, Lucifer don't like that man
Ok Look man, God came to me last night and He showed me what I had to
I got to preach the
No, I don't wanna hear none a dat
God ain't putting food on my table
God ain't putting money in my pocket and
God ain't damn sure putting naked women on my bedside
Yo get this man out my booth man
If he wants Jesus, let's deliver him one-day shipping
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
God can You please come and use me
Big bad Satan has abused me
Wasn't saved so he confused me
Sent me women to seduce me
Sent me money now he ruled me
Deleting all the porn in my history
Calling my ex when I'm drowning in misery
Where was the sympathy, God?
No one likes this Christian rap
I need to make something they can dance to
Didn't wanna hear something they had to
God, they thought Jesus was a bad dude
Father if You give them the chance they would grab You
Crucify You like Your son
They all have forgot what He done
They party with Satan for fun
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
Shake shake shake that booty you addicted
Satan worked you out like a gymnast
Saving all my friends from their demons is my mission
Making all the music with the truth, not the fiction
Burn, burn, burn, burn weed lip friction
Drugs want your love and you kissed it
Weight of the world, and God has lift it
When He's here please do not miss it
Imma hit you up, see if we can chill
You got time to lust, I got time to kill
Shut up and be still, my hand in your shirt
Maybe I go first, maybe it'll hurt
That is the world without God
That is the world without Christ
That is the world with no ground
I'm hoping you're not scared of heights
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
All these women isn't worth the one I got
Thank you, Jesus for this godly given spot
I know that I'm not the one that walked on water
I know I'm not perfect, so I'm trying harder
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
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Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
Yeo Jay
Oh, what's good Los?
What's up man? You bouta record?
Yo bro I got that fire, you gotta check this out bro
Oh ok, you see that's funny cause last week I asked for a song
I could roll up to with the homies, but when I was licking the paper
And I heard you say, Jesus?
I did?
Yea, Lucifer don't like that man
Ok Look man, God came to me last night and He showed me what I had to
I got to preach the
No, I don't wanna hear none a dat
God ain't putting food on my table
God ain't putting money in my pocket and
God ain't damn sure putting naked women on my bedside
Yo get this man out my booth man
If he wants Jesus, let's deliver him one-day shipping
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
God can You please come and use me
Big bad Satan has abused me
Wasn't saved so he confused me
Sent me women to seduce me
Sent me money now he ruled me
Deleting all the porn in my history
Calling my ex when I'm drowning in misery
Where was the sympathy, God?
No one likes this Christian rap
I need to make something they can dance to
Didn't wanna hear something they had to
God, they thought Jesus was a bad dude
Father if You give them the chance they would grab You
Crucify You like Your son
They all have forgot what He done
They party with Satan for fun
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
Shake shake shake that booty you addicted
Satan worked you out like a gymnast
Saving all my friends from their demons is my mission
Making all the music with the truth, not the fiction
Burn, burn, burn, burn weed lip friction
Drugs want your love and you kissed it
Weight of the world, and God has lift it
When He's here please do not miss it
Imma hit you up, see if we can chill
You got time to lust, I got time to kill
Shut up and be still, my hand in your shirt
Maybe I go first, maybe it'll hurt
That is the world without God
That is the world without Christ
That is the world with no ground
I'm hoping you're not scared of heights
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
All these women isn't worth the one I got
Thank you, Jesus for this godly given spot
I know that I'm not the one that walked on water
I know I'm not perfect, so I'm trying harder
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
Whatever God says I do it
Yeo Jay
Oh, what's good Los?
What's up man? You bouta record?
Yo bro I got that fire, you gotta check this out bro
Oh ok, you see that's funny cause last week I asked for a song
I could roll up to with the homies, but when I was licking the paper
And I heard you say, Jesus?
I did?
Yea, Lucifer don't like that man
Ok Look man, God came to me last night and He showed me what I had to
I got to preach the
No, I don't wanna hear none a dat
God ain't putting food on my table
God ain't putting money in my pocket and
God ain't damn sure putting naked women on my bedside
Yo get this man out my booth man
If he wants Jesus, let's deliver him one-day shipping
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
God can You please come and use me
Big bad Satan has abused me
Wasn't saved so he confused me
Sent me women to seduce me
Sent me money now he ruled me
Deleting all the porn in my history
Calling my ex when I'm drowning in misery
Where was the sympathy, God?
No one likes this Christian rap
I need to make something they can dance to
Didn't wanna hear something they had to
God, they thought Jesus was a bad dude
Father if You give them the chance they would grab You
Crucify You like Your son
They all have forgot what He done
They party with Satan for fun
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
Shake shake shake that booty you addicted
Satan worked you out like a gymnast
Saving all my friends from their demons is my mission
Making all the music with the truth, not the fiction
Burn, burn, burn, burn weed lip friction
Drugs want your love and you kissed it
Weight of the world, and God has lift it
When He's here please do not miss it
Imma hit you up, see if we can chill
You got time to lust, I got time to kill
Shut up and be still, my hand in your shirt
Maybe I go first, maybe it'll hurt
That is the world without God
That is the world without Christ
That is the world with no ground
I'm hoping you're not scared of heights
Satan really hates my music
Whatever God says I do it
All this money Imma lose it
I rather lose that than to lose Him
Play my music so loud
I know God is so proud
Devil isn't allowed
To go infect the Lord's crowd
All these women isn't worth the one I got
Thank you, Jesus for this godly given spot
I know that I'm not the one that walked on water
I know I'm not perfect, so I'm trying harder
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
Gotta be like You, hear Your name in lyrics
Praying for the sinners, praying for the critics
Yes I wanna travel, gotta move my pivot
Find my way to You, thank You Holy Spirit
Writer: Jamal Marshall
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