Letra de 'Bible (feat. Lil Wayne)' de Yo Gotti

Yeah, hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Bible, yeah, hand on my gun

Praying to my gun it be my bible
Me and two b*tches in the shower
Too sauced up on these hoes, I’m going viral
Jackboy, I sell his a*s a brick of flour
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Praying to my gun it be my bible

Ima dope boy never fold never told grand on overload
In the kitchen with the stove, baking soda, pot and bowl
Swear to God I’ll kill a n*gga then repent
Im a millionaire and I grind for every cent (Amen)
Plug came that’s a blessing
F*ck these hoes I ain’t stressing (never)
Leave the house with no weapon
Ima make sure the money right no discrepancies
Grind mode
Young n*gga had a quarter pound but he stayed down down front row at the SuperBowl
Team strong we campaign pop champagne win the SuperBowl
I can change the flow up (flow up)
I can take that work inside the kitchen make it bl*w up
You want a sack I make it show up (show up)
Don’t make me bring that Lam out just to pick your hoe up (lil n*gga)

Praying to my gun it be my bible
Me and two b*tches in the shower
Too sauced up on these hoes, I’m going viral
Jackboy, I sell his a*s a brick of flour
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Praying to my gun it be my bible

Hand on my gun hand on my bible
Just hit a l*ck for 500 thousand
Just copped a whip for 500 thousand
That loud had 500 pounds of it (preach)
Dope boy I got money and the power (preach)
My job pay 100 grand a hour (preach)
My hoe want me to f*ck her in the shower (preach)
My hoe want me to f*ck her for a hour (preach)
Little money n*gga we ain’t never accepted that
Big choppas any beef you know we dealt with that
These watches like trophies
These n*ggas like vultures
These b*tches like roaches and we good with that

Praying to my gun it be my bible
Me and two b*tches in the shower
Too sauced up on these hoes, I’m going viral
Jackboy, I sell his a*s a brick of flour
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Praying to my gun it be my bible

Church, hand on my gun hand on my bible
Fingers on the trigger like vagina
The bible open right there on the dresser I just pray that all my enemies are watching me from heaven
I’m peeking round the corner before I turn that muthaf*cka
I played them corners like I’m Richard Sherman muthaf*cka
I play in my position on these n*ggas 1st and 10
Treating that prescription like a scripture amen
Now we in the kitchen with the ch*ckens and the hens
Lord please forgive us but we sinning for the rent
I just popped 2 pills I feel them b*tches kickin in
0-100 got a ticket in the Benz
Show me where the bible say thou shall not ball
I just hit a l*ck for a thousand Adderalls
I just rolled a bl*nt up in a page from the bible
And all my n*ggas psycho and all my b*tches spiteful
John 3:16

Praying to my gun it be my bible
Me and two b*tches in the shower
Too sauced up on these hoes, I’m going viral
Jackboy, I sell his a*s a brick of flour
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible, bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Praying to my gun it be my bible

Hand on my bible
Hand on my bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
That be my bible, yeah, Tunechi