Lyrics

Mike Banger WE Live? Yes sir Devil tried to get me had to hit him with the Merher Joseph with the coat, had to run away from her her Netflix and chill, oh I'm using my discerner Hell is kinda hot, are you really tryna burn her? (It's hot there) I'm turnt uppy, shots at the devil no reason, can't trust me Stop hammer time, what that mean, you can't touch me (Who?) Feelin' froggy leap, when it's active I'm ugly If it's up then it's up, I call God when it's- Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky Take shots with my Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky Call God when it's Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky Take shots with my Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky Call God when it's- May not come when you want him but hе on time (Yeah) Praise God, had to run it likе a K5 Gospel on my feet, tell me why, 'cause it save lives (Woo) Devil big mad, he gon' have to take five (Dun-da-dun) I don't know what he was thinkin' but this day ain't his day Tried to send me hella problems, I just prayed 'em away When I see you, ain't no talkin', ain't got nothin' to say It's just bang bang bang, sendin' shots at your face Got the Bible by my side, Romans is a vibe God is the lieutenant, if he tell me I'ma slide Christian in the open, you know I ain't tryna hide (No sir) Church is in the wild 'cause you know we outside when it's- Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky Take shots with my Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky Call God when it's Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky Take shots with my Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky Call God when it's- Tricky Satan out here being Icky Vicky Satan really out here tryna slip me But he can't get me Get God or die tryin', no fifty God needed fruit, so I told Him He could pick me Tricky outside, Gospel on my hip, that's my blicky outside Boy I work for God, when it's risky I don't hide (No) Tryna keep them bullets out of Ricky on God So I call God when it's- Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky, Tricky Take shots with my Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky, Blicky Call God when it's-
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