Thank God

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[Verse 1] I ain't giving these niggas passes I ain't kissing these bitches' asses Ain't shit sweet like an Easter basket [?] Man, this bitch tryna fuck me and bro We playing roles like we don't know Pockets stuffed with cheese like a pizza roll Hit the club, throw it in the air like it's pizza dough Let's go Diamonds dancing like player's club Nigga, I ball, but I ain't a [?] Man, they hate too much, but don't make enough Nigga, I'm off the hook, can you hang me up? I fuck and leave, I ain't making love Stop boosting, boy, those ain't your guns Y'all playing tough, I spray it up Put that dot on you like a lady bug Nigga, I don't make diss songs, I make house visits, what's your address? Keep your mouth closed like bad breath, for I give you the tech like a mad reff Lil nigga Tatted up [?] I'm too crispy like [?] She ain't my bitch, but I'm her nigga Get your top blew, [?] If you suck dick, I thank God for bitches like you If you [?], I thank God for niggas like you All [?] my roof She in my room with no pants like Winny the Pooh Oo Thank God [Chorus] [?] a nigga, you should read about it I'm so fresh, you should see my closet If you broke, I don't need your comment If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it Shout out my real niggas Shout out my real bitches For all y'all, I kill niggas They hating on me, I still get it If you a real nigga, I thank God for niggas like you If you a real bitch, I thank God for bitches like you [Verse 2] Shout out to my niggas on the 6 My bitch shaped like a bolling pin If I ain't fuck your baby mama, then I know who did Watch my old hoes hop back on my dick when I post the stick Watch this Bust [?] dry lips I don't give a thot shit I don't care if the bitch dying, I won't give her a penny, that's nonsense [?] mad ass bitch, tryna work it out [?] Bitch, cut it out, like Jada Pinket At the end [?] set it off [?] They talking beef, but ain't ready for it [?] snitch, soon as you shoot at them, they telling on you On my mama, her head so cold, I'ma fuck around and catch nimonia Nigga, don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge like California If you brownskin, I thank God for bitches like you [?] I thank God for bitches like you I say head first, like she diving into a pool Then I send her home, like she got suspended from school Oo [Chorus] [?] a nigga, you should read about it I'm so fresh, you should see my closet If you broke, I don't need your comment If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it Shout out my real niggas Shout out my real bitches For all y'all, I kill niggas They hating on me, I still get it If you a real nigga, I thank God for niggas like you If you a real bitch, I thank God for bitches like you [Verse 3] [?] nigga I don't give a fuck, we hit hood rats and foreign bitches I don't even smoke, but I'm pouring liquor My nigga [?], he blowing trees like it's stormy, nigga Turning up til I can hardly see I remember days when it was hard to eat Now it's all on me [?] I'm in the parties free, and I brought the heat [?] that's my fucking nigga He be going in like a [?] Don't fuck with him, 'cause he'll leave a nigga with an open top like a soda pop [?] now we on the top, if I ain't getting money, then I'm on the block Fucking with a bitch if she throwing twot I'ma catch it all like Pokemon This shit easy, ain't shit sweet I make it look good, like Photoshop And if a fuck nigga ohe me gwop, I'ma run in his crib like [?] Ee an opp, blow an opp Don't be surprised, nigga, we them guys You faithful, but she cheating live Don't cuff that bitch, she a thot I fuck a bitch, and then make her talk to the copshand like [?] You love these hoes, I thank God for niggas like you 'Cause when I'm done, she gon' need a ride Good looking [Chorus] [?] a nigga, you should read about it I'm so fresh, you should see my closet If you broke, I don't need your comment If her head good, I'ma make a tweet about it Shout out my real niggas Shout out my real bitches For all y'all, I kill niggas They hating on me, I still get it If you a real nigga, I thank God for niggas like you If you a real bitch, I thank God for bitches like you
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- Cash Kidd