BJ The Chicago Kid - Church (chicago Remix) lyrics

[Chorus One 2X: BJ The Chicago Kid] She say she wanna drink, do d** and have s** tonight But I got church in the mornin', church in the mornin' [Interlude: Buddy] Hopefully we can go to Heaven, I pray Hopefully we can go to Heaven, cause I'm stayin' Hopefully we can go to Heaven, I pray Hopefully we can go to Heaven, cause I'm stayin', I'm stayin' [Jeremih] Yeah, I got a dilemma because it's a Saturday, wish it was Friday Touch in the mornin', +Confessin'+ to Usher, she say she want +My Way+ I don't want ma**in', no blessing tonight girl, been sinnin' for way long If you gon' get on your knees, that's a problem that I gotta pay for She know I'm down for anything when she started poppin' that I don't wanna bite that apple girl cause it ain't no turnin' back (no no no) I don't know how I end up with all that a** up on her, what she did to me? Tats on her and it's temptin' clap it, can I get a witness? [Chorus Two: Jeremih] Say she wanna drink, do d**, have s** tonight But I got church in the mornin', service in the mornin' She say she wanna drink, do d**, have s** tonight But I got church in the mornin', church in the mornin' [Lil Durk] Girl you told me you had church in the A.M., A.M. It's a war going on so stay in, stay in Homie caught a case, I seen him take 10 And I knew him since the playpen, amen Got church in the mornin' I, pray for the poor, I, wish she was rich Plus she the preacher's daughter, eatin' cornbread and cabbage Ain't miss a Sunday mornin', or damn near nothin' Wishin' me and her can go to Heaven Thinkin' I'm a devil with that Porsche 911 Talkin' to that p**y, I'm just preachin' like a reverend We could only kick it cause we leavin' at 11 All white got me feelin' godly I just wanna do this, feed the family Shawty she my angel cause she got me Yeah yeah yeah yeah - preach to 'em [BJ] She said... [Chorus One] [BJ The Chicago Kid] Ooh; I'ma tell you flat out, baby I want in Maybe we could ride out, before this song ends f** your friends I know they wanna f** me too, well baby we can f** your friends And if they down baby, I'm ready, g-strings ain't sh** but spaghetti Smokin' weed up like confetti She said she want a real one, well baby I'm the truth (yeah) Kinda like a young a** n***a named Jigga mixed with Nas when he had the chipped tooth +If I, Ruled, The World+, baby I'd put in that work, but a n***a still gotta go to church [Chorus One] + [Interlude] [BJ - over Interlude] I... we can go to Heaven Yeah, I pray