Mighty Quinn - SACRILEGIOUS

Baby girl u wylin x2
Don't know what I want x4
Sorry to say you ain't stopping me
Honestly I'm a child of god, and I know that satan he plot on me,
I'm not a killer but don't think that I don't move properly
So I keep a Glock on me, Plotting on the plots plotted on me
D1 goalkeeper
Cause I'm blocking all the shots that they shot at me

How can I focus on two things at once
I want a bitch and her friend I'm a clutz
Maybe I meant to say that I'm a slut
No problem finding bitches,
but I also find a reason to fuck it up
I just say that I want love but I want lust
Or Maybe just drugs or maybe just bitches that come with a plug
(I just dont know what I want)

That's sacrilegious Jesus wept
Jesus sandals on me, I got sand between my toes and I got something coming I gotta confess,
I think that I'm next
I think that I'm next to die
Homicide
Suicide, Triple X on my mind
How did we get here and where do we go next
I need to pay someone just to remind me
Paying the fees
Blood staying dirty cause my drugs stay clean
Ounce of the yayo it was in my jeans but I copped for a thousand and sold it for three

But onto different things
I just want you and I think you want me
But I do not know so I won't buy a ring no
And I won't say a thing
999 bitches sitting on me
Why do I feel like you're coming for me
Shoot love out your gun and your bullets make me bleed
Pockets stay full And it's not stopping best believe that tho

Every time you call me I would always pick up
But every time I did you was always fucked up
Red and blue lights they behind me
Every time you talk to me you compromise everything you said last night girl I know that you lying
Can you please stop whining
Can you please talk to me without fucking crying
Baby
Just let me go x2
Just let me go, you wyling

Sacrilegious x2
Sacrificed my money and I sacrificed some feelings
Sacrificed some time just to look at the drugs at the table I sniffed em up ooo I was dealing
I needed healing it looks like I found it
Looking for god and it looks like I found him
I couldn't believe I really was doubting
I drunk up the youth and I drink out the fountain

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Married at the club
Holy matrimony
Divorced her in the morning when she left she stole my rolly
God damn I forgot I let that stupid bitch hold it
Blunts what we toking
Drinks what we drinking
Liver is burning
Throw up I'm thinking
But no more of that cause we on to new things,
God looking at me like "What did you think?"

I think that its good, I think that its better
I think that it's gucci, its made of leather
I think I just might write my momma a letter
Send it back home, wiping the tears off her sweater

The Mighty Quinn

So, youre gonna talk all that shit about me fucking texting you, and I text you and youre gonna answer

Written by:
Quinn Lew

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