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    "God" Lyrics


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    We wanna ride, we ride
    Wanna get high, we get high
    We wanna touch the sky
    Like angels we can fly
    We wanna piece of the pie
    Get the money before we die
    We wanna la-de-da, la-de-da

    It's all about the Benjamin's, the Thomas Jefferson's
    Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on Jefferson
    Amen to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
    I grew up off flexin', money interceptin'
    Never steppin' without the weapon
    Disconnected with no papers, niggaz eject it
    Watch me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected
    Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next bitch
    On the ego-trip or some God complex it's
    The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder lullaby
    Yellin' out die, die, die, die
    My, my, my, my
    Oh my, oh God
    Tell me why the wicked shit hits so hard
    First of all we ball like Sammy Sosa
    And keeps the toasta in case I gotta roast ya
    I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step close to me
    I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm supposed to be
    Dead's what I'm supposed to be...


    I'm finna bust, so call me a Mausburg
    Fuck whatchu heard all I see is crow birds
    Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd
    Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, murders occured
    I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' what I call
    A super-high skydive, balla freefall
    In the water wit' piranhas, suicidal Nirvana
    I hydroplane and walk on water, marijuana
    Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, sexin' me
    Bitches on my dick so much I need a vasectomy
    Scientifically analyzed my style dissectin' me
    Situations like this make me grab the Tek and squeeze
    It's all about respectin these nuts I hold
    Or I'll watch ya body turn cold with ya soul,
    Out this atmosphere, out this hemisphere
    Out this stratosphere, out everywhere

    This song was submitted on March 5th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Adrian John Mordaunt, Emmett Ciaran O'malley, Oisin Sean O'malley, Colin Leo Thomas Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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