CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Baby Jesus
[Will Ferrell]
Dear, 8-pound, 6-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
I'm too f*ckin' sexy for my f*ckin' self
But I'm too f*ckin' sexy for anybody else
I got two phones so I can talk to myself
Cause I don't wanna hear from anybody else
These bitches lookin' like they wanna eat me
My life a movie, these niggas' life ain't even f*ckin' TV
Ask around, I'm a f*ckin' shooter
Am I a nerd for drive-bys off my f*ckin' scooter?
I'm sippin' champagne like it's f*ckin' milk
I buy the bottle just so I can spray everybody else
I'm standin' on the sofa in my f*ckin' loafers
Crockett & Jones, just know these ain't no f*ckin' Jordans
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
I'm a street nigga, no backpack
I'm a nigga, nigga, no frat rap
I sold more dope than these niggas that be tryna rap that
But I'm articulate with my words
And have more experience to speak on that trap rap
I hop on the plane with my firearm, I pack that
Cause I be out of town
When niggas see my gold and wanna get blapped at
These coon ass rappers get laughed at
Lord I pray for 'em, they're sniffin' their own trap packs
I be movin' and shakin' with Cubans and Haitians
Recruitin' and breakin' bad bitches who be usin' vacations
I'm smooth with the patience but not truly accustomed to waitin'
If I want it, I'll take it, nah if I want it, I'll make it
I'm creative, creator, my life is a painting
Buildin' and breakin' with the skill of a mason
Not really be prayin' but...
Yesterday, sent up a prayer now
Lookin' in the mirror now
Don't know what to tell you
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
[Houston Tumlin]
Daddy, you made that grace your bitch
Dear, 8-pound, 6-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
I'm too f*ckin' sexy for my f*ckin' self
But I'm too f*ckin' sexy for anybody else
I got two phones so I can talk to myself
Cause I don't wanna hear from anybody else
These bitches lookin' like they wanna eat me
My life a movie, these niggas' life ain't even f*ckin' TV
Ask around, I'm a f*ckin' shooter
Am I a nerd for drive-bys off my f*ckin' scooter?
I'm sippin' champagne like it's f*ckin' milk
I buy the bottle just so I can spray everybody else
I'm standin' on the sofa in my f*ckin' loafers
Crockett & Jones, just know these ain't no f*ckin' Jordans
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
I'm a street nigga, no backpack
I'm a nigga, nigga, no frat rap
I sold more dope than these niggas that be tryna rap that
But I'm articulate with my words
And have more experience to speak on that trap rap
I hop on the plane with my firearm, I pack that
Cause I be out of town
When niggas see my gold and wanna get blapped at
These coon ass rappers get laughed at
Lord I pray for 'em, they're sniffin' their own trap packs
I be movin' and shakin' with Cubans and Haitians
Recruitin' and breakin' bad bitches who be usin' vacations
I'm smooth with the patience but not truly accustomed to waitin'
If I want it, I'll take it, nah if I want it, I'll make it
I'm creative, creator, my life is a painting
Buildin' and breakin' with the skill of a mason
Not really be prayin' but...
Yesterday, sent up a prayer now
Lookin' in the mirror now
Don't know what to tell you
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
[Houston Tumlin]
Daddy, you made that grace your bitch
