Praise You Songtext
von Audio Push

Praise, praise, praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise, praise
I just wanna praise you


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′re 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)
You ain′t scared to do your dance and
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 chasin′ after your behind
You do it for that boy that taught the world how to shine
You don′t do it for the Vine, that's why I had to make your mind go

They want you gone, I want your time
They want you out your clothes, I want your mind
Let me praise you, let me praise you
Girl, I just wanna praise you
They want you gone, I want your time
They want you out your clothes, I want your mind
Let me praise you
Don′t stop what you're doing, girl, you′re doing it right
Don't stop what you′re doing, girl, you're doing it right
Don't stop what you′re doing, girl, you′re doing it right
Don't stop what you′re doing, girl, you're doing it right


Alright, you don′t like clubs, I think that's perfect
But chivalry died when girls named it thirsty
And I′m still finding myself opening doors and giving flowers
And making sure you walk in first
And when I sit back and break Pineapple Express open
They look for love with their eyes closed and their legs open
These other girls always single with the summer
Just young and having fun, I don't judge 'em, but you know
One lucky woman is gon′ get the opportunity
To come and get a wedding ring from me
And then it hit me that sitting next to you
Doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me
So I had to make a song for when you′re alone
And I'm not on the phone, you can play this and never cry
I guess I did it, I finally get it
When they say if a writer falls in
Love with you, then you can never die
And this′ll outlive me, 'cause they want you gone

They want you gone, I want your time
They want you out your clothes, I want your mind
Let me praise you, let me praise you
Girl, I just wanna praise you
They want you gone, I want your time
They want you out your clothes, I want your mind
Let me praise you
Don′t stop what you're doing, girl, you′re doing it right
Don't stop what you're doing, girl, you′re doing it right
Don′t stop what you're doing, girl, you′re doing it right
Don't stop what you′re doing, girl, you're doing it right

Don′t stop what you're doing, girl, you're doing it right
Don′t stop doing it
Praise you
I just wanna praise you, girl
Praise you
Praise you
Praise you
Praise you