ON GOD

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Uh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag baby
I bought her a** best believe that I'm gon' tap baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b***h daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes
Ayy
I made a bag baby
Yeah
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I'm in my bag
On God
I drive it real fast baby
On God
Mercedes Benz
On God
I'm in my bag baby
I'm in first class baby
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You in last baby
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I'm a 90's baby
But I cook that shit from the 80's
On God
Hardtop Mercedes
On God
I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes
That's on God
F**k all your opps don't save 'em
That's on God
Just let the AK rearrange ya
That's on God
F**k on a opp n***a's b***h on the daily
On God
Ball on a b***h Tracy McGrady
That's on God
Throw B's up for the brazy
On God
I put the K in crazy
On God
I went No Limit dance on the daily
On God
That choppa turn ya like pages uh
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Headshot your face lookin' crazy uh
On God
Did I say cray I meant brazy uh
I got four pockets with lettuce
We 'bout to show 'em who the best is
I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds
I designed her lil' body she a trophy
And she do what designer say
I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State
I'ma fill up this b***h with some more shit
Whatever b***h she a Barbie
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag baby
I bought her a** best believe that I'm gon' tap baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b***h daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes
Ayy
I made a bag baby
Yeah
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I'm in my bag
On God
I drive it real fast baby
On God
Mercedes Benz
On God
I'm in my bag baby
I'm not God baby
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I don't forgive baby
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My n***as in your crib baby
On God
They go real brazy
That's on God
I'ma pull up in the latest
On God
Matte black you know that I painted it
On God
New millennium totin' the stainless
On God
Got a red beam for long ranges yeah
On God on God on God
I got savage ways On God
I got baddie babes
That's on God
I got me the swings No cap on God
All I'm bringin' in No cap on God
Yeah Uh
The way you lied to me is too fugazi
On God
No magazine shells fade away
Uh
I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion
Yeah on God
B***hes from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon
Gucci robes like masons f**k her in a Bathing Ape apron
My b***h foreign
I don't know where she from I ain't tryna be racist
On God
I don't f**k with n***as I'm racist uh
Get my dick sucked by a soultaker uh
I told her I just want the top
Your clothes don't even take it off
That's on God
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm fast and furious on you hoes
On God
Unlike you broke-a** n***as I actually achieve my goals
That's on God
I'm 'bout to ride I'll add her name in my tats
I'm too good up to ever disguise I get fed up after runnin' 'round yeah
I gotta try it I done pulled her panties to the side
Got four closets for my child I got even more for my wife
Yeah yeah
Yeah that's on God
That's on God
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
That's on God
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
That's on God that's on God
That's on God that's on God that's on
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag baby
I bought her a** best believe that I'm gon' tap baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that b***h daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes
Ayy
I made a bag baby
Yeah
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I made a bag baby
On God
I'm in my bag
On God
I drive it real fast baby
On God
Mercedes Benz
On God
I'm in my bag baby