Shë luv god lyrics

by

Yeat



[Intro]
(Fifty Grand)
(Ayo, Ian)
(Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch stop calling me crazy, b*tch don't call me curving (Curving)

[Chorus]
Ballin in outta this I got to curve you (Curve you)
All these ghetto talk about me, so I don't worry
(Yeah)
And I'm off these percs, I'ma speak in cursive (Cursive)
And it's almost like we all born with these curses (Curses)
b*tch so basic, all they wanted Birkin purses (Purses, What?)
And this new b*tch, I just met, I fell in love with her, so fast
She ain't tripping, she hold it down, but I can tell she just come from the past (Past)
I told 'em "We gon have a fancy high ass life with this crib in France yeah"
She in love with god
She in love with god, ah
She in love with god (She in love with-)
She in love with god (yeah)
She in love with god (yeah) (She in love with-)

[Verse]
She said to "f*ck me one more time", she said "Oh my god" (Yeah)
She said "nut in me go wild"— yeah, I love it when she ridin' (Oh-oh)
She love licking c*ck (yeah) keep it vivid to turn her on she- (Mhm)
Open it butt naked, look and record like "Oh my god" (Oh my god)
Where my twizzy, where my bizzy, yeah I got cash, cash (Rackies)
When I'm passin em' in this Jeep, this b*tch fast, fast (Fast)
Twizzy, he gon' ship 'em every week, I call em' FedEx (Yeah)
We is major people, we is not no damn pedestrians (Pedestrians)
All that sh*t I smell is cap, I smell it insane (Insane)
Yeah, I don't even rap, I just go, insane (Insane)
Took another Tesla pill, I might as well took an airplane (Airplane)
Finna go to the mall and play my song on the damn AirPlay (AirPlay)
You either scam or you get scammed, it's all just fair play (Fair play)
These rappers is (Shh), Alexander Wang (Alexander Wang)
They don't understand what I'm saying (Phew), they don't understand what I do (Yeah)
They don't understand what I'm saying (Let's go) b*tch I brought my racks out dude (Dude)
They don't understand what I'm saying, I took another two (Uh)
Yo' b*tch gon' eat the gang (Gang), yo' b*tch live in a nut pool (Yeah)
Ain't nun' wrong with that, everyone must be a sl*t too (sl*t too)
I worry about me, I don't about worry you, I don't care what you up too (Phew, oo-oo, what?)
I be so up, dude (Yeah, I'm up dude)
[Chorus]
Ballin in outta this I got to curve you (Curve you)
All these ghetto talk about me, so I don't worry
(Yeah)
And I'm off these percs, I'ma speak in cursive (Cursive)
And it's almost like we all born with these curses (Curses)
b*tch so basic, all they wanted Birkin purses (Purses, What?)
And this new b*tch, I just met, I fell in love with her, so fast
She ain't tripping, she hold it down, but I can tell she just come from the past (Past)
I told 'em "We gon have a fancy high ass life with this crib in France", yeah
She in love with god
She in love with god, ah
She in love with god (She in love with god)
She in love with god (Yeah)
She in love with god (Yeah, she in love with god)

[Outro]
(She in love with god)
(She in love with god)
(She in love with god)
(Yeah, yeah)
(She make love with god)
(Pope, she the goat, she the goat, she the—)
(She in love with god)
(She in love with god)
(Let's go)
(Yeah)
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