Holy Water Lyrics - Game

(Hook) 

My Phantom so mean 

Like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water 

My Jesus piece clean 

Even my shoes are Christians, I'm walking on holy water 

She came out them True Religion jeans 

And fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water 

Holy water 

Holy water 

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(Verse 1) 

Back when Michael Jordan was raw 

'92 was the year my city was city of God 

Coke on the boulevard, crack fiends skiing the slaloms 

Is exactly how drug lords found their way from the bottom 

Them Yeezy's drop got 'em, couldn't afford 'em you shot 'em 

Cause they the same price as fucking red bottoms 

We don't pop tags, leave that motherfucker on it 

Return it back to the store when you no longer want it 

Sleep outside for days for a pair of J's 

Then you sleep outside forever cause you got sprayed 

If you gon' die for em, they better be some number 4's 

Or some shit made in Japan you can never find in the stores 

Rolex watches, Gucci belts, and Louis luggage 

Definitely set us apart from niggas when we in public 

Jeffery Campbell and Michael Kors got you looking rugged 

Gave her a Louis bag, now she love me 

Take a look at her posin' on my car cause 

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(Hook) 

(Verse 2) 

Met a girl named Christian in some Christian, she a Christian 

Suck a dick like sucking dick is her life's mission 

Trynna' save her ass like trynna' save a stripper 

She fine as fuck, you trynna' fuck, that's the reason you tip her 

And all I'm sayin' is a watch and a gold chain 

Can't make Bobby Valentino, Johnny Coltrane 

And she knows this, that's why her mouth wide 

Openin' up her legs straight up like they suicide 

I cross my heart and hope to die 

If something happens to my voice and can no longer provide 

Should I run and hide? No. hustle and survive 

Workin' 9 to 5 until sweat drips into my eyes 

And if it burns like the kush, then I go back to sellin' pies 

Switchin' lanes in that Cutlass, rubbin' her thighs while I drive 

Reminiscin' on the days I was rollin' broke 

Jesus piece on the rearview, holy ghost 

Amen! 

(Hook)