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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
Nechie
Nechie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brince L Elam
Brince L Elam
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B.E. of Stoopid Beatz
B.E. of Stoopid Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
I'm so hot, I'm boiling
If twelve come in this bitch, I'll flush everything down the toilet
Tryna ball like me, when really, you can't afford it
Shop online, my ****, just to get more shit
(Yeah right!) Preach
They can't rule us
Teach!
No school bus
That's a whole lotta cut on that lean, my ****, can't fool us
When it come to getting money, my ****, you know I got too much
I-I got too much (Hahaha) sorry!
I ran out of lessons, they mad 'cause I ain't teach 'em
I got the choir director tryna fuck the preacher
My death date coming, but I ain't tryna face it
On every first Sunday, I feed my congregation
And I'm still going places, these **** wanna be me
And I'm still getting money with my cousin Nechie
I take your heart, I done cherry picked the fucking pieces
And I got that choir singing, like this
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
Lord, forgive me for my sins and
Thank you for giving these blessings with this pen, and
For that, I spit flames in every line, no hesitation
I had get off my ass and get on my grind, I had to get that money
I been patiently waiting for my time so I could shine like the stars do
That foreign thing I'm pushing, best believe it's all blue
No tutor, but I studied with Franck Muller
Got shooters ready to blow 'em man
And you never met a **** cooler, when I get that glock I go berserk
Don't let these diamonds fool you
I super charge that new Benz, swear that thing'll lose you
That money got me seeing things, I swear that shit illusion
I planted seeds in my block and made my money grow
And me and Quan, yeah we rock like a sold out show
You already know
Look, moment of silence when I'm preaching
And if you scared, go see a deacon
Yeah
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em (Preach!)
Sang to 'em (Church)
Sang to 'em, ay
Moment of silence when I'm speaking
And they speechless when I'm preaching
And I got that choir singing, like
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