She Call Me God

Lyrics

[Intro] Haha, okay ma Preach, preach! Hahahaha That's big, yeah (VINNY IDOL...) [Verse 1] Girl nombre uno Like the fat sumo Like the way I rap, you know, papi chulo So cocky, you know me Black shades like Kool Mo Dee I move OT, '03, seen two OD I get mine, COD She owe me, she wanna pay back Get camcorded and played back Grand vans, no Maybachs, I'm hood She love my gangsta whip White tee and a handkerchief, wipe your shit Swallow, I guess she like the dick But she choke, guess she like the Knicks Ha, it's no Deng I leave chicks like Ewing, knees hurt with no ring No commitment, Miss miss submission I'm Mister mint condition, listen... [Chorus] First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God y'all) First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God) [Verse 2] Girl 2, I met her in a Hummer Two She was stuntin', it was summer too I'm coming through like mid-August Grillin' on the left wrist, guess the kid flosses Come here, get in Look, it's like hell in this Fahrenheit She got open by the smell of my Fahrenheit Truck high, real high, fan height She looking nervous, what ma? You scared of heights? Ha, well the Benz on reservation Truck 10 feet, rims is regulation M6, the drop for ventilation Every whip black, we looking like Rhythm Nation I'm a Geto boy, Willie D Mixed with the lost swag of Billy Dee Her pops had a run in the 80s, Sheila E Krush Groove, she got a crush, she feeling me [Chorus] First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God y'all) First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God) [Verse 3] Girl 3, conversation like girl 6 I'm on the other line like "oh shit, come quick" I don't care where we at, I'ma beat it Some say I'm too fat to be conceited Well, my life's not average I flow so right and my wife's a bad bitch So for me to scoop her All I need is some Barry and The Best of Luther Invest in your future, enjoy the good food Fred The God, he a good dude In any good mood guap ready cake he reaching Then cop heavy like out of shape policemen His and hers, your kids can splurge also Gordo, is for sure dough Come here mama, Fred is good, I'll make you moan Yo Vinny Idol, take us home, yeah [Chorus] First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God y'all) First and, second, tonight (Uhh, uhh, she call me God)