KeY Wane - Amen (Dedication 4) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wanye] Gangsta Grillz ya ba*tards! There's a couple married b**hes in the building: f**ed them! I get that mouth I get that p**y:...The End I see you n***as got no life.. Sixth Sense She said she wanna f** my brains out But she gon have to s** this dick first! Preach! f**ing right I'm geeked She sat on my dick, she sat on my face I told that b**h she got good seats Man, these n***as softer than fleece Shoot these n***as and they obliques You talkin' sh**, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep b**h you know the motto! It's Young Money over hoes Lying to these b**hes, they call my dick Pinnochio Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me She say my vert-dick is hung like a jury I'm on the track: DOA Some of these n***as be DEA Money tall: NBA Broke n***as: SMH Hit it like Canseco While she say "you No way Jose!" I got an O of that white What you call that? OKKK! Every night I go hard She blow me like Boston George She like it in her a**, mouth and p**y: 3 car garage! These n***as is false alarms They don't mean no f**in harm Hey baby let's make a p**n! Ba-bum! Devil horns You know that I ain't got no ceilings! The money changed me, I'm making chameleons Only God can judge me, can't appeal it In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Amen! Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned? Young Money b**h! We colder than a ski team Red beam, if you scared, muthaf**a go to church! Preach! Security breach I'm on that gra** harder than cleats I'm on that gas, and y'all on E n***a my cash out of your reach I run sh** like the reverend She get on her knees and pray to this dick Then swallow all of them blessings Church! [Verse 2: Boo] Just a way of life Bought my mama a crib Bought my daddy a car Let them both meet Tune Now they think I'm a star Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking Plus these b**hes be stalking trying look for a fortune In the Chi we say church when the p**y gets purchase Got a b**h so bad she make a player get nervous Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as f** I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing And I only give head if baby girl swallow children Boo ain't got a ghost and b**hes still be catch the holy ghost She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat Only ride foreign We don't do 100 spokes When broke n***as talk that's 100 jokes Ha Laughing at you f** boys Skate gear I'm a truck boy On my truck right I don't give a f** boy