Correction Paroles On GOD par Mustard

Featuring(s) : YG, Tyga, A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky

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Paroles

Y'all already know how I'm rockin'
Mustard on the beat, ho
Here we go, let's go

On God, your diamonds don't dance like this
You ain't got no soldiers takin' no chance like this, on God
Now ain't nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin' in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I'm ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I'm so handsome

On God, I got in with the nine millimeter
On God, I'm in the red Lamborghini, a two-seater
On God, I'm in hard bottoms, these ain't sneakers
I need a bad bitch, half ho, half diva
On God, it ain't ever been no bitch in me
I'm aggressive with these hoes, ain't no soft shit in me
Niggas know it's three-nine-seven plus three (4Hunnid)
At the top, who you see, shit, me, me, and me
She wanna kick it after we fuck, I don't do kung-fu
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If I whip the dick out, bitch, what you gon' do?
I'm in the red coupe, I call it SuWoop
I got voices in my head like, "SuWoo, SuWoo"
Don't believe the hype, these nigga lie in the booth
I'm a good-lookin' rapper, I ain't lyin' to you

On God, your diamonds don't dance like this (4Hunnid)
You ain't got no soldiers takin' no chance like this, on God
Now ain't nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin' in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I'm ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I'm so handsome, on God

Life's a beach, hittin' licks like a lease
Gettin' licked like your teeth
Runnin' shit like the cleats
On my feet, little bit, little bitch want a three
Run a threesome, then I'ma stab, no repeat
On G-O-D, they on my B-O-D
I'm with the AOD, it's a G-O, here we go
I'm G double O-D, good, I'm a OG
Three, triple OG, hold it down, P-O-P (Here we go, let's go)
I can't stand a ho with no rhythm
I can tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can't really tell if she twerkin' or twitchin'
How many of you hoes out there really Christians?
On God, have the fella pass the petition
Shorty learn to clean house like she pack for eviction
Learnin' for a class, or a cast, or audition
Change your forecast, throw the cash on a bitch

Big mansion, chicks dancin', uh
Prayed for it and the shit happened, uh
Left Prada with ten jackets, uh
Bitch solid and I'm mismatchin', uh
Sick and tired of the chit-chattin', uh
I been ballin', this is just practice, uh
Blow twenty, sorry, Ms. Jackson, uh
Went West and I went platinum, on God
I'm back with my bro YG
To put you niggas in the pit, like deodorant be
I done came everything I was chosen to be
How I'm at the dinner party with Hova and Bey
'Cause I'm bustin' door-to-door like Jehovah with thieves
And now my whole family be rolling with me
Made my mom the accountant, little brother got talent
And my Uncle T-Berg handle security

Pray for me, niggas love and hate me, bunch of Judas'
All this money make you evil, I won't give in to it
Imitate my lifestyle, but they ain't been through it
Think you know my plays, re-route 'em, Cam Newton
Factory Patek, blood, sweat, tears, yes
Buy your mom a house, then we could talk then (Nigga)
I got four payroll, I'm the big man (Nigga)
Ten toes, never fold, stick to the plan
New mansion, gotta keep advancing
Outlandish, Maybach when I land it
Black bandit, run up in it, no manners
Gotta keep up with the pace like Indiana
Leave 'em white in the face like the masked phantom
I'ma fuck her all night 'til she can't stand up
Got the Bugatti in red like the devil dancin'
And he keep tryna call, I won't answer him

Jesus

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