[Intro]
Praise, praise, praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise, praise
I just wanna praise you

[Verse 1: Price]
Uh, you gotta love how it worked out
You work hard and you work out
But you keep it cool, you was raised in a church house
Them Hit-Boy chords known to bring the church out!
You been hurting now you fragile
For your love I'll go to war, I'll go to battle
I'd lock you down if I had a shackle
Church, preach, tabernacle
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
If you ain't scared to do your dance then hit the floor cause this your jam
What it ain't? What it is?
What it ain't? What it is?
You're the woman a man needs cause you don't need a man
That's perfect, just hit me on my line
Don't be blind to them niggas chasing after your behind
You do it for that boy who taught the world how to shine
You don't do it for the vine that's why I had to make you mine
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