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Black Jeezus by Flascollate Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Intro - Flascollate]
Uh ha, yea (X2)

[Verse one - Flascollate]
Perfect time wrong planin', nigga i don't panic
Daily talk to God, but God he don't talk back
The devil after niggas, outchea givin' contracts
A life that is perfect, a lie on a prophet
I don't trust bitches, special when their ass fat
Hit it wit' no rubber that's a vacay next to heaven
Next to black Jeezus i write verse for the bible
The world fucked up, i was Jeezus i wouldn't come back (nop)
Pray my sins forgiven, pray my soul to heaven 
You wake up every mornin' you be thinkin' who to lie on
My ego too, a lion. problems i got tie on
Promise i won't die home, promise i won't die broke 
One of a kind, boy am one of a kind 
Who am i without this rap shit, rappin' with no payslips
Colour on her big lips, baby cum and taste this 
She ain't thick enough but she really got some fat ass
Pray that cookkie grips, if ain't then i move on
I don't like to waste time, please don't you waste mine
Talk is on sale, you know talk is very cheap
Niggas on setup, make a move they blow your brains out (paw)
[Chorus: Flascollate]
Pray to black Jesus, pray to black Jesus
They paint the nigga white but i pray to black Jesus
Pray to black Jesus, pray to black Jesus
They paint my nigga white but i pray to black Jesus
Pray to black Jesus (uh) pray to black Jesus (yea)
They paint my nigga white but i pray to black Jesus (yea)
Pray to black Jesus (uh) pray to black Jesus (yea)

[Verse Two:Flascollate]
Their Jeezus on the wall and that motherfuka white
I don't really go to church, i dont really read the bible
But am always on my knees and am prayin' for my niggas
I pray they get paid up, before they get famous
I think hate is love, they just got it twisted up
Be careful who love, they the one to set you up
Niggas catch you lackin, you gon die before your time 
My niggas catch you lazy, they gon eat what's on your parm?
Get your shit together, make your life better 
Sunday mornin' prayer, beat the stormy weather   
On some scary shit, don't you ever show me love
I fear love more than death, divorcin' gettin' worse 
Its twenty fuckin' somethin' so its hard to give a fuck 
Sip water mind your business, somethin we can work wit' 
Burst a long nut thank god she ain't gravid
Another day in Campbridge, lookin' for that same shit
Jesus broke bread then satan made a sandwich
My soul ain't for sale, i ain't that nigga to be played wit'
Chill motherfucka but sometimes i lose that holy shit 
Prayin' at the studio so these verses can be solid (Amen)
[Chorus: Flascollate]
Pray to black Jesus, pray to black Jesus
They paint the nigga white but i pray to black Jesus
Pray to black Jesus, pray to black Jesus
They paint my nigga white but i pray to black Jesus
Pray to black Jesus (uh) pray to black Jesus (yea)
They paint my nigga white but i pray to black Jesus (yea)
Pray to black Jesus (uh) pray to black Jesus (yea)

[Outro]
Lets see uhm oh yea umh and um Jesus can't be black
(what do you mean he can't be black) he can't be black maybe we can make Jesus another colour
How bout white? (but Jesus was black)
He could probably do Italian
Jesus was middle-eastern (in edition to Arabs Middle-east is always have many people of african decent whom you we're consider black)
Sorry can't do it