Текст песни «K. B. - Church Clap (Feat. Lecrae)»

Lecrae:
Gimme dat, church motha and they church hat black
Man they shoulda made recolor purple comin back clap, uhh
When that whole week beat you up and stress ya
But you hear that organ playin it remind ya of ya blessin

And on anothat note, she just hit anotha note
Chills down my spine, got me cryin, make me overload
You'ont know about it though, ol'school church hymms
Preacha get to hummin now the drammer finna burstin
(Lordy, lordy, LORD) Can you hear me now
Church clothes sweaty, you'ont care you just get it now
Testify, how we made Matyrs outta these fathers and rose up all of his daughters to glorify Him with honor
Man I swear I saw Miss Jones with her hair did
Now its flyin everywhere she dont care what her head did
She an heir, yea
Caught up in the air, yea
Probably why she clappin like Jesus just got her prayer

KB:
I wanna be the type of dude to get the Lord on his feet
I wanna do the typ of shows that the Lord wanna see a
And what I mean, if I could make the whole church clap
It aint a clap to the heaven man that clap just a clap, uhh
For the son glorify, sin mortify
The Holy Spirit's flowing Word of Truth been watered down
It sound doctrine cant run from the callin
But we red the word and sing it loud but thats not what we're fallen in
C'mon the church clapin and clapin at week sermons
Leavin the weak hurt but it changed on Sunday service
We need to sermon, check what you been affirmin
Cause a church can be full of members but empty in conversion
Preach the gospel, then stand back
Look to change lives not for hand claps
A lot of people work, so they get hand claps
The church is the curch when the word is where we stand at