God 3

Lyrics
[Hook] Yes Im allergic to fuck niggas Hell nah Ion fuck wit cha No u cannot hit my cup nigga Im in love wit them bucks nigga Ridin round wit glizzy tucked nigga We dont trust nigga, we'll bust nigga Light blicks, we'll rush nigga, let it bust nigga, hit em up nigga [Verse 1] Catch me in traffic wit 3 automatics Ride wit that nina I feel like Im Pappy Hit his ass up disappear like its magic Shot in his face man that shit was so tragic Nigga got hit man that nigga was lackin Shootas start shootin jus like he john (?) Bomb his whole hood osama bin laden Bitch u know Im good at gettin them jacksons Im in love wit cash bitch I get guapo Chillin wit the plug call em El Chapo Niggas want beef, put shells in his taco Always in the hood like I do auto Bands after bands like I jus hit the lotto Get money fuck bitches man thats my new motto Sippin muddy trouble dont pop no bottles (?) jeans, I dont wear no cargo Juggin on the road, gettin it n gettin it Fuckin different hoes, women n women Niggas mad cause we winnin n winnin Lord please clear my soul Im sinnin n sinnin My bitch at the store told my bitch do the dishes Bro at the back do' yeah we serve out the kitchen Whippin n whippin them (?) my vision Bakin soda yeah we servin them chickens Concrete full bentley go hard They ain't wanna let me n Ima (?) He say he a killa but ain't got no heart Say he a trappa but ain't movin hard Make it very scary pull up n spark .45 bulldog let it bark Shoot his ass down, pull off n park Me n 2 ninas jus had a minaj
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...