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GOD Lyrics - Artist : Soulja Boy
[Intro - Pack Strong:]
Everywhere I go I got the four fifth on me Smoking on the loud, got a lot of [?] Hood rich nigga, so you can't shit on me Hood rich nigga, so you can't get on me Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear you apart Got my young niggas with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything [Verse 1 - Pack Strong:] All my young niggas ain't in no gang But all my young niggas that are sure gonna bang Crip niggas to my left Blood niggas to my right Everybody see green, so we [?] You all bark, no bite Stop playing with your life Stop talking, killer, you ain't got no bodies Don't nobody know you, nigga, you a nobody Stop talking work, nigga, you ain't Yo Gotti To tell the truth, pussy, what you really know about it? I said, I trap or die like Jeezy, nigga 'Cause that rap shit too easy, nigga [Hook - Pack Strong:] Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear 'em apart Got my young niggas with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything Guns On Deck, I believe in G.O.D Go against us, that's against the odds A hundred shot plus that'll tear 'em apart Got my young niggas with me, better get out of dodge When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything When you got choppers, you don't need no aim Left, right, left, right, hit everything [Verse 2 - Soulja Boy:] I'm chilling with killers, we posted in trenches My niggas, they swerving and [?] Bentleys Gucci and Louis my [?] I shoot you in your kidney with the semi 'till it's empty Money on me, I got plenty [?] through Memphis, the city We swerve in the Bentley It's me and Pack Strong 'bout to get it Nigga talking, he gonna get the hollow to his fitted All of my niggas, they with it We up on a mission We come in, stacking, packing chickens I wrap it, pack it, then I ship it My niggas, they stacking, packing, gotta get it Niggas talking, they ain't on a mission Look at my diamonds, you know how they glisten AK-47, I keep the pistol Diamonds on my neck, you know they official Diamonds from China, diamonds from Africa Whipping that dope, whipping up like a spatula Niggas, they talking, they don't get no money Pull on the block and I spray with the Tommy All of my niggas, they toting 'em for me Automatics, and they shooting 'em for me They killing shit for Soulja I'm pulling up in that Rover [Hook] [Verse 3 - Pack Strong:] Who the fuck called these niggas hitters? How the fuck you niggas hitters when you niggas missing? [?] getting money now Me and my niggas about to go and cause [?] You niggas say you shooting shit down Why the fuck ain't nobody ever came up missing You niggas little boys, I'm a mister I fuck your bitch fast, like a twister I fuck her friend, then I fuck her sister I keep the loud, yeah, I keep the You niggas tweet, so we call you sugar My niggas lurking on your ass on the instagram Know some niggas in the can and they going ham Put the bands on they ass, they don't give a damn Marching with the damn drum, cause I got the bands Give a fuck what you say, just don't [?] hands Homie, I don't fuck with phonies Watch what you say, though, like Rich Homie I ain't got to wait cause I got it all on me Generation four Glock 40 Nigga, I'm an animal, [?] dog [?] gorilla, trap jumping like a frog Love to see my nigga eat, never been a hog And guns on deck getting money over broads [Hook] [Outro] |
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