Tommi Aura - True Religion

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[Verse 1] Come sing my praises Make you see the light Baptized on sight right In between my thighs Skin tight (Hands inside my pocket) Layeth on high (Praise me like the prophet) [Pre-Chorus] I'm not a guy in the sky I'm the apple of your eye Darling come take a bite [Chorus] I'm your: God-given Holy vision Worship it True religion Tight fitting Low sitting' You worship it True religion [Verse 2] Prodigal sun, and I'm a bitch rising My moon makes u come To me, tempts you like a siren I don't need a rich man Cause i am a sample But i want you in my bed Come on baby, break this bread [Pre-Chorus] I'm not a guy in the sky I'm the apple of your eye Darling come take a bite Don't be shy Cause it's just you and i No one up there watching I'll be the judge for tonight [Chorus] I'm your God-given Holy vision Worship it True religion Tight fitting Low sitting' You worship it True religion [Bridge] Dear god, may my low-rise meet me and my waistline be Always below my back For your hands wrap around my sides, temptation will fall Just like that Amen, Amen, Amen [Outro] I'm your God-given Holy vision Worship it True religion Tight fitting Low sitting' You worship it True religion You worship it
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