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Summrs - Church Lyrics



Summrs - Church Lyrics
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[ Featuring Desire ]

(What do you desire?)
(Ooh, ooh)

She ain't ever seen marble floors, I spin so she came to the door
We ball hard, I get this money forever, baby, sometimes I feel like I'm f*ckin' God
I don't ever wanna go through that shit again that's why I cut it off
Sit in the front of the church, clutchin' my sins, "I'm sorry God'
Smokin' pain out my Benz, that's what I got rich for
We lie to each other
I call you my twin, then we make up
I get high as the f*ckin' moon
I wanna paparazzi with you
I'm from the (?)
I ain't 'posed to be in this coupe
Trippin' off of these 'shrooms
I wanna take yo ass to my room

If you was locked in jail (jail), break you out the cell (cell)
If you was down in Hell, I would come my ass down there

And I hope that you know it's time to ball, time to ball
Geeked up off of this Adderall, yeah
I'm married to my double cup, pour me up
Baby girl, I'on do the alcohol
And you say that you love me, baby, but I don't feel that at all, all, all
I just wanna feel some, I just wanna feel some
Don't know what I want

I'm the H in a Maybach, and I'm laid back (laid back)
You can keep blowin' up my phone, I ain't gon' text back
I just walked up in Saks Fifth and I spent a light pack

Yeah
If she got a BBL then I gotta pipe that
Yeah, if she got a lot of money then I gotta wife that
If you not really with the shit, why would you type that?
I got niggas that'll really put you off for the right sack
Ywah, f*ck all these niggas, yeah, KayB came here to ball, yeah
Used to be good at (?) now it's LV on my drawls
Say lil' baby, "Give me head, give me head, lemme get up in your jaws"
And you scream my name while I get deep in them walls
When you feelin' down, I just wanna be the one you call
Tryna give you my all (all)
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(What do you desire?)
(Ooh, ooh)

She ain't ever seen marble floors, I spin so she came to the door
We ball hard, I get this money forever, baby, sometimes I feel like I'm f*ckin' God
I don't ever wanna go through that shit again that's why I cut it off
Sit in the front of the church, clutchin' my sins, "I'm sorry God'
Smokin' pain out my Benz, that's what I got rich for
We lie to each other
I call you my twin, then we make up
I get high as the f*ckin' moon
I wanna paparazzi with you
I'm from the (?)
I ain't 'posed to be in this coupe
Trippin' off of these 'shrooms
I wanna take yo ass to my room

If you was locked in jail (jail), break you out the cell (cell)
If you was down in Hell, I would come my ass down there

And I hope that you know it's time to ball, time to ball
Geeked up off of this Adderall, yeah
I'm married to my double cup, pour me up
Baby girl, I'on do the alcohol
And you say that you love me, baby, but I don't feel that at all, all, all
I just wanna feel some, I just wanna feel some
Don't know what I want

I'm the H in a Maybach, and I'm laid back (laid back)
You can keep blowin' up my phone, I ain't gon' text back
I just walked up in Saks Fifth and I spent a light pack

Yeah
If she got a BBL then I gotta pipe that
Yeah, if she got a lot of money then I gotta wife that
If you not really with the shit, why would you type that?
I got niggas that'll really put you off for the right sack
Ywah, f*ck all these niggas, yeah, KayB came here to ball, yeah
Used to be good at (?) now it's LV on my drawls
Say lil' baby, "Give me head, give me head, lemme get up in your jaws"
And you scream my name while I get deep in them walls
When you feelin' down, I just wanna be the one you call
Tryna give you my all (all)
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Writer: Deante Adam Johnson, Jakobe K. Mcneil
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Performed By: Summrs
Featuring: Desire
Length: 2:45
Written by: Deante Adam Johnson, Jakobe K. Mcneil

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