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Hallelujah Video (MV)




Performed By: SG da Real
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: S. Green, Scott Brown




SG da Real - Hallelujah Lyrics
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I keep a real one on my side, so we can get it crackin
We really live it, ain't no scripts or none, forget the actin
My niggas majors and lieutenants, bitch and I'm the captain
Niggas must be crazy in the head and shit with all that cappin
And bitch I smoke a lot of weed, so I don't know what happened
Niggas thinking they can f*ck with me, but they don't take no action
I can probably take a bitch in traffic, treat her to some fashion
Money is my passion, so you know a nigga really havin
And all my shit is on the ups, just like the f*ckin attic
And bitches they geekin for us, just like a f*ckin addict
The way she bend that thang over, she look acrobatic
She say she wanna hang over and she gotta have it
I probably bring the gang over, in a range rover
Full of pain, so I told my mane to bring them thangs over
If you don't know it, I'ma dog just like a cane corso
You gotta problem, we get Boogie, that's my main soldier
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
These bitches want me and I only want the mula
I brought some racks for me, stretch longer than a ruler
I got the gas with me, if you wanna feel cooler
Told em quit askin me if I'm really the ruler
They say it's blasphemy, I holla at my shoota
This money is so fun, it got me yellin out Booya!
Every time I drop them racks I get to yellin hallelujah
Every time I blow a bag, they say I'm ballin like a Sooner
Too cold so don't get close to me, don't you be approachin me
Brought her so the bros could see, my chick from out Bermuda
I only f*ck with dimes and they the shit, not out the sewer, uh huh
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
These bitches want me and I only want the mula
Never thought I'd be the one make hits off a computer
Never thought I'd be the one take trips outta the usual
I smoke this weed, I never thought I'd be a user
These bitches need me, never thought they'd be a chooser
I been living good, this money got me yellin Booya!
Everytime I blow a bag, I get to yellin hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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I keep a real one on my side, so we can get it crackin
We really live it, ain't no scripts or none, forget the actin
My niggas majors and lieutenants, bitch and I'm the captain
Niggas must be crazy in the head and shit with all that cappin
And bitch I smoke a lot of weed, so I don't know what happened
Niggas thinking they can f*ck with me, but they don't take no action
I can probably take a bitch in traffic, treat her to some fashion
Money is my passion, so you know a nigga really havin
And all my shit is on the ups, just like the f*ckin attic
And bitches they geekin for us, just like a f*ckin addict
The way she bend that thang over, she look acrobatic
She say she wanna hang over and she gotta have it
I probably bring the gang over, in a range rover
Full of pain, so I told my mane to bring them thangs over
If you don't know it, I'ma dog just like a cane corso
You gotta problem, we get Boogie, that's my main soldier
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
These bitches want me and I only want the mula
I brought some racks for me, stretch longer than a ruler
I got the gas with me, if you wanna feel cooler
Told em quit askin me if I'm really the ruler
They say it's blasphemy, I holla at my shoota
This money is so fun, it got me yellin out Booya!
Every time I drop them racks I get to yellin hallelujah
Every time I blow a bag, they say I'm ballin like a Sooner
Too cold so don't get close to me, don't you be approachin me
Brought her so the bros could see, my chick from out Bermuda
I only f*ck with dimes and they the shit, not out the sewer, uh huh
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
These bitches want me and I only want the mula
Never thought I'd be the one make hits off a computer
Never thought I'd be the one take trips outta the usual
I smoke this weed, I never thought I'd be a user
These bitches need me, never thought they'd be a chooser
I been living good, this money got me yellin Booya!
Everytime I blow a bag, I get to yellin hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Writer: S. Green, Scott Brown
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