"The Gospel" lyrics

Ball Greezy & Rick Ross Lyrics

"The Gospel"

(Freeway)

Baby, don't want another, mm
You know I'll give everything
You ain't gotta run for nothing
Bae, don't worry 'bout the night
Only there to make it right
Ooh, bae, can you tell? (Ayy, uh)

Baby, why we gotta beef like this? (Why we gotta beef?)
All our business in the street like this (Damn, bae)
We been together too long (Too long)
We bump heads, but the love we share too strong (Too strong)
For us to say, "Fuck it"
And stop actin' like you don't love me (Know you still love me)
Come here, bae, cut it out, stop the shits
'Cause I ain't finna let you go like this (Nah)
So I'ma eat your pussy, you gon' suck this dick (Uh)
And go to bed and wake up and kiss (Mwah)
Exactly how it 'posed to (Yeah)
Why you so far, baby? Come closer (Come closer)
Uh, and let me hold what God blessed me with (Amen)
I'm your nigga, bae, and you my bitch (For life)
Believe it or not and fuck what they talkin' about (Woah)
They try to stop shit, but shit don't stop (Uh)

Baby, don't want another, mm
You know I'll give everything
You ain't gotta run for nothing (She fell in love soon as she sat in the donk)
Bae, don't worry 'bout the night (Big key holder)
Only there to make it right (Rich nigga, you heard me? I'ma pay your mama rent too)
Ooh, bae, can you tell? (Uh, Maybach Music)

You know I still be caught up in that night life
Lovin' how I eat that pussy dyke-like
Get a nigga killed for the right price
LV jacket and the white Nikes
Pull the Chevys out, I got the top two
Got her ridin' with me when I stop through
Hater did what? Wanna stop who?
Boy, we blowin' up, better cop two
I'm lettin' down the top, the intimate thoughts
Every time we talk, the gifts that I bought
Everywhere we walk, I give it my all
So fuck all the blogs, it's really the boss
Tell you what's next, diamonds on your neck
G-Wagen blue, I'ma save the rest
Bring your friends too, Ball Greezy text
Independent how you move, you should get a check

Baby, don't want another, mm
You know I'll give everything
You ain't gotta run for nothing
Bae, don't worry 'bout the night
Only there to make it right
Ooh, bae, can you tell?


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