Preach

Lyrics

[Chorus: Dorrough Music] Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?] Real G's ball hard all week All week, 365, 52, all week And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech Preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech [Verse 1: Dorrough Music] Y'all be acting cool, keyword acting [?] caked up, I'm everything you lacking I can tell by your style, you's a rooky, hang it up Pay attention, I can help you get your pussy game up Watch these hoes, some gone off the deep end Specially the ones that hit the club every weekend We ball 7 days a week, they do it on the weekend We ball, they can't, they mad, cause we can You gotta play the game, don't lеt the game play you Since thеre's a lotta niggas fake, you might as well stay true It's funny how they acting like they balling out in public When clearly, we can tell that they just balling on a budget With no street money, and no [?] Tryna make it rain, but you can't even pay your [?] Broke, so your girl left you hanging, and you're heartbroke Class is in session, church style, I'm about to preech [Chorus: Dorrough Music] Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?] Real G's ball hard all week All week, 365, 52, all week And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech Preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! 24 hours, 7 days a week On 24 intches, 7 different freaks You call me 2 Chainz, I got 7 different crosses I make plays like 7 Randy Mosses From the trap, I'm bout to kill them with this rap shit [?] call me baby like [?] I got the pack, I whip the work, I make it backflip Put her on her back, then I [?] cactas Poster child, nigga I'm the poster smile Call me Tity Boy, that mean I'm spoild, and the only child Done did it, cause I did it, like I done do Went to trial smelling like blunts in the court room Thug Style, 2pac in my IPod Just bought a gun, that bitch came with a trypod Brap brap to my competition I don't need to aim, nigga I ain't missing [Chorus: Dorrough Music] Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?] Real G's ball hard all week All week, 365, 52, all week And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech Preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] [?] I just bought a Phantom Bad bitches like me, but them haters can't stand them 20 floors up, condo in Atlanta All white dress code, plus I keep a hammer Shout out to Lil Boosi, he getting head up in the slammer Praying for you dawg, there ain't nothing you can't handle Preech, thick country bitch from Alabama [?] like Amber Rose, all I pop when I'm in the club Hoes, we throw gwop when we in the club Feel like preeching to them broke ass niggas, I'm just saying You ain't tippin, get the fuck out the club, [?] Preech, these niggas stressin, they need a blessing [?] clear in this bitch, looking for [?] I'm an old school [?] and that bitch so interesting My shirt off [?] my hand on my smith and wesson [Chorus: Dorrough Music] Boy quit talking bout how stuntin [?] Real G's ball hard all week All week, 365, 52, all week And I can teach you how to do it, I'm bout to preech Preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech Gon let me preech, preech, preech I'm about to preech, preech, preech