Spill Vill

Spill Vill (Explicit) - Spillage Village/Desi Banks/Big Rube/Kountry Wayne

Lyrics by：John Welch/Olu Fann/Desi Banks/Ruben Lemont Bailey/Wayne Colley

Composed by：John Welch/Olu Fann/Desi Banks/Ruben Lemont Bailey/Wayne Colley

Now now now look at this

I'm so glad you came to the church

I'm glad somebody know Jesus is real

Look at my grandbaby

Yeah yeah Jesus is real

But your d**n pastor ain't

That's that's ooh now that's when

I leave 'cause I know what you talkin' 'bout

Look like the devil's on you

Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Yeah bye tell you

You almost made me curse

Yeah your pastor been cursin'

A open curse he got my money

I'ma throw this peppermint at you

Yeah go ahead throw it

Child open up this door

I don't know what's wrong with this boy

Your pastor breath stink

Yeah

What the hell

Goin' on out there boy

Ayy man I'm out here tryna get my money from

That pastor that be lyin'

To the members of the church

Bruh what do he owe you boy

Boy he owe me millions

He owe me plenty money

Boy I say

Boy the boy been playing

Tonk in the hood and everything

Boy the n***a owe me some money too boy

Me and Parlay was up the street doin'

I seen the pastor 'round there with a Bentley Coupe

I said what the hell he doin' with a Bentley

Hold up you ain't 'bout to rob the church

Is you I ain't with that

Church but I'm just sayin'

If he got my money

I gotta take care of that

Yeah go get it but yeah

You go get it and bring mine back

I'm sayin'- but you got that on you though

Hey how y'all doin'

Oh what's up OG what's up

I couldn't help but overhear

Y'all conversation just now

I usually mind my own business

But something moved me

To speak to y'all this morning

I ain't judgin' though

Hell I agree with most of what I heard

They say don't question God

A n***a like me say

I was questionin' you not God

Besides I guarantee

He got more answers than we do

Always askin' everybody

What would Jesus do

But they never ever ask Jesus

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

A lot of folks believe anything

You tell 'em if it sound good enough

Was crazy as a razor blade necktie

But he was a master manipulator

So people got behind him

I can make a really convincing argument right here

Right now that Jesus was as

Black as Shaka Zulu but to what end

Arguin' 'bout it would only

Divide us to be conquered

It's like never openin'

A package that could've saved your life

'Cause you was too d**n busy arguin'

Over whether UPS or Fedex delivered it

See how that sound

D**n OG I ain't really looked at it like that

Now stop bein' stingy and

Let me get a swig of that liquor 'fore

I run up in this church