God Blessed lyrics

by

Izaya Tiji


[Verse]
Yo lil' b*tch so dusty (Yo lil' b*tch so dusty, yea, yea)
This lick sh*t get ugly (This lick sh*t get ugly, yea, yea)
No this ain't no Mustang (No this ain't no Mustang, yea)
You ain't takin' nothing (Yea, you ain't takin' nothing, yea, yea)
You can't say sh*t, nothing (You can't say sh*t, nothing)
You can't fake sh*t, nothing (Yea, you can't fake sh*t, nothing, yea, yea)
Black top coupe like Bruce Wayne (Black top coup like Bruce Wayne)
We gon' leave yo shirt stained (Yea, we gon' leave yo shirt stained, yea yea)
God bless her, God damn (God bless her, God damn)
I'm gon' need like five Lambs (Yea, I'm gon' need like five Lambs, yea, yea)
She suck di*k like "God damn!" (She suck di*k like "God damn!")
And I need like five AP's (And I need like five AP's, yea, yea, yea)
Bro came with that .38 (Bro came with that .38)
I'm gon' slide you out like 38 (I'm gon', yea, slide you out like 38, yea, yea, yea)
Call my dawg yea to go get 'eem ate (Call my dawg yea to go get 'eem ate)
Call my dawg, he want him dead today (Call my dawg, he want him dead today, yea, yea, yea)
You know how I'm rockin' (You know how I'm rockin', yea)
Don't do none of that talkin' (Yea, don't do none of that talkin', yea, yea, yea)
Young n*gga on that hot sh*t (Young n*gga on that hot sh*t, yea)
Young n*gga on that pop sh*t (Yea young n*gga on that pop sh*t, yea, yea, yea)
Y'all n*ggas on that cop sh*t (Y'all n*ggas on that cop sh*t)
These n*ggas all on my c*ck and sh*t (Yea, These n*ggas all on my c*ck and sh*t, yea, yea, yea)
I got my Glock, and then c*cked that sh*t (I got my Glock, and then c*cked that sh*t)
Ex text me, I blocked that b*tch (Yea, yea ex text me, I blocked that b*tch, yea, yea, yea)
I got some bad b*tches in every state (I got some bad b*tches in every state, yea)
I got some bad b*tches in every continent (Yea, I got some bad b*tches in every continent, yea, yea, yea)
I got a lot of haters and I can't get tired of it (I got a lot of haters and I can't get tired of it)
I got a lot of sons and I can't get tired of it (Yea, I got a lot of sons and I can't tired of it, yea, yea, yea)
I could go catch a body but I'm so damn tolerant (I could go catch a body but I'm so damn tolerant, tolerant, yea, yea)
Cuttin' up the mothaf*cka', go leave him impoverished, (Cuttin' up the mothaf*cka', go leave him impoverished, yea, yea, yea)
He got a lot of money but I really want all of it (He got a lot of money but I really want all of it)
Hollow tips headin' straight for your top lil' b*tch (Yea, yea hollow tips headin' straight for your top lil' b*tch)
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