Praise The Lord by ENDSTAR Lyrics

[Verse: end*]
(Get It) Text message, I don't know the number
Niggas sleeping, imma keep em in they slumber
Feeling like a kennedy getting head
Your bitch texting me, imma leave that bitch on read
Chain loose, young nigga I be flexing
Broke niggas be living in section 80
Pipe down a bitch i think her name was katy
She was kinda overweighty
So i left that bitch mid-head and swerved off in a 'cedes
My shooters international, they worldwide
I got about 30,000 bitches in my mentions trynna ride
I got a cute asian wifey, bro, she my bride
Niggas test me, niggas died
Niggas all tough, then niggas hide
Your thot ass bitch in my dms, she trynna slide

[Bridge: end*]
My chain, dior
My ring, cost more
Fuck on, a whore
Smash it, like thor
[Hook: Skepta]
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours