Trey Songz - Church lyrics

[Hook: Game] I'm tryin' to go to church Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club See some hoes, TWERK! See bad girls be at the strip club Good girls, they be in church! Always wonder why my grandmother Try to get me to go to church Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take n***as to church [Verse 1: Game] Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends I'm bout to put these b**hes to the test then What ya callin' spikes? What color that box? Is that a white bag in it? Yea? No? Hold up. Stop You ain't bout that life (bout that life) You ain't bout that life You don't bounce that a** like, "Oh Lord!" Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ Saturday night, she t**n' it for a real n***a These n***as hatin', I hate them n***as Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger I'm in love wit' a stripper, cue to that n***a T-Pain Said I love dem' strippers, word to my n***a 2 Chainz Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants Ya strippin? Go on twerk it then, cause' after this [Hook] [Bridge: Trey Songz (and Game)] I know this ain't the first night Go on girl, just do your thang Don't be actin' shy Take a sip and just do it babe Sittin here all night (just do it for me) Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me) Girl I pray that, me and you lay down Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down Tomb Raider, sooner or later The way you move that a** so innovative Go on, baby, lay down (CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible (CHURCH!) I need it for survival (CHURCH!) Lord save me! (CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby [Verse 2: Game] I'mma crucify that p**y, I'mma nail it here, I'mma nail it there I'mma mail it here, I'mma mail it there, doin' all this sippin' Belvedere Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here, all we missin is a judge One night with a random b**h, and she'll burn your a** like a rug Real n***as gon' say that, real n***as don't play that Real n***a'll take a basic b**h, then close the trunk of that Maybach Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the b**h in that water Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance Red bottoms will make her f**; you broke n***as don't stand a chance CHURCH! [Hook] + [Bridge] [Verse 3: King Chip] King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul You say, "Damn, you livin like that?" I say, "b**h, I told you." Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these b**hes off of him I'mma roll through your hood, and collect my offering Seen her wit a group of friends, damn she got the best bu*t Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut Aww, hell no, God damn. What the f**? Even though sh** a n***a still might f** You can be my "Plan C," just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut Guess what? A n***a so fresh to d**h, I'm decomposin' I just copped a dope a** condo, just to keep some hoes in What I'm gon' do with all these racks? Damn, what she gonna do with all that a**? That baby oil is Holy Water Ever met a young n***a with too much cash? Her baby daddy live by my words Damn, she cold, she got them curves Double parked outside of the club n***as like, "Damn, n***a got some nerves" Smokin' these L's in the pulpit With OG Chuck in the cool b**h Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that a** is stupid (Haha!) [Bridge]