Godbody
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Yeah, ugh
Them **** selling to them undercovers
That's uncool, like your mother's brother
Make my bitches touch each other
My **** caught cases, all we known for pie-shaving
All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian
Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece
Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P
I'm in the dojo where the masters meet, talk is cheap
Whispers in the congregation whilst the pastor preach
Been a problem, now I'm more focused
That Maserati pull up, make your Bimmer look like it's a Ford Focus
In to retail, hard to explain the details
Thousand-dollar deposits sit in unopened emails
Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools
Dip from 12 like I'm in Air Maxes, I get up out my Yeezy Boosts
My Watanabe circa Season 2
Muhammad with the stick-and-move
The Godbody only speak the truth
I'm popping like Polo tags in '98
Six shipments, six addresses, I charge it to the game
Double-cup sipping, paint dripping off the Caddy frame
Two-tone whip change colors, I call it "Charlamagne"
Kill for your brothers, if they do the same
Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same
Switch bitches, switch locations, and watch these **** change
There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game
Yeah, and the nerve of you motherfuckers
The nerve of you motherfuckers think that you can touch me
Your ass ain't fast enough to touch me
The one and only, heh
Godbody
And it's gon' go down
And when it go down, everybody just gon' be looking
Standing there, looking around
Standing there, looking around, looking at each other
Tryna figure out who did it
Don't nobody know who did it
Don't nobody know who did it
All they know is what happened (Ugh, yeah)
Godbody!
You **** selling to them plainclotheses
While I play the corner, chain-smoking
Booming out they veins and noses
I'm paper-stacking 'til the winter's over
Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover, seats the color baking soda
Wood grain resemble shaken soda
Apply the pressure to the next or opposition when my paces over
Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta
You paper soldiers couldn't take a step inside these Purple Label loafers
I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees
Six shipments, six addresses, I paid the shipping fees
Double-cup, sipping lean, dripping off a Swisher Sweet
Two-tone, yellow and rosegold, like Mr. T
I'm good with that yay', like Mike Dean
Killers turn police for that break, like Ice-T
Desperate **** turn on they own peopleβSpike Lee
Shivers when he preach, the Godbody got the truth to speak
Them **** selling to them undercovers
That's uncool, like your mother's brother
Make my bitches touch each other
My **** caught cases, all we known for pie-shaving
All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian
Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece
Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P
I'm in the dojo where the masters meet, talk is cheap
Whispers in the congregation whilst the pastor preach
Been a problem, now I'm more focused
That Maserati pull up, make your Bimmer look like it's a Ford Focus
In to retail, hard to explain the details
Thousand-dollar deposits sit in unopened emails
Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools
Dip from 12 like I'm in Air Maxes, I get up out my Yeezy Boosts
My Watanabe circa Season 2
Muhammad with the stick-and-move
The Godbody only speak the truth
I'm popping like Polo tags in '98
Six shipments, six addresses, I charge it to the game
Double-cup sipping, paint dripping off the Caddy frame
Two-tone whip change colors, I call it "Charlamagne"
Kill for your brothers, if they do the same
Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same
Switch bitches, switch locations, and watch these **** change
There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game
Yeah, and the nerve of you motherfuckers
The nerve of you motherfuckers think that you can touch me
Your ass ain't fast enough to touch me
The one and only, heh
Godbody
And it's gon' go down
And when it go down, everybody just gon' be looking
Standing there, looking around
Standing there, looking around, looking at each other
Tryna figure out who did it
Don't nobody know who did it
Don't nobody know who did it
All they know is what happened (Ugh, yeah)
Godbody!
You **** selling to them plainclotheses
While I play the corner, chain-smoking
Booming out they veins and noses
I'm paper-stacking 'til the winter's over
Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover, seats the color baking soda
Wood grain resemble shaken soda
Apply the pressure to the next or opposition when my paces over
Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta
You paper soldiers couldn't take a step inside these Purple Label loafers
I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees
Six shipments, six addresses, I paid the shipping fees
Double-cup, sipping lean, dripping off a Swisher Sweet
Two-tone, yellow and rosegold, like Mr. T
I'm good with that yay', like Mike Dean
Killers turn police for that break, like Ice-T
Desperate **** turn on they own peopleβSpike Lee
Shivers when he preach, the Godbody got the truth to speak
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.07] Yeah, ugh
[00:06.18] Them **** selling to them undercovers
[00:08.49] That's uncool, like your mother's brother
[00:10.50] Make my bitches touch each other
[00:12.38] My **** caught cases, all we known for pie-shaving
[00:15.21] All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian
[00:18.73] Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece
[00:21.74] Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P
[00:24.86] I'm in the dojo where the masters meet, talk is cheap
[00:28.06] Whispers in the congregation whilst the pastor preach
[00:31.46] Been a problem, now I'm more focused
[00:33.39] That Maserati pull up, make your Bimmer look like it's a Ford Focus
[00:37.42] In to retail, hard to explain the details
[00:40.26] Thousand-dollar deposits sit in unopened emails
[00:43.66] Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools
[00:46.02] Dip from 12 like I'm in Air Maxes, I get up out my Yeezy Boosts
[00:49.83] My Watanabe circa Season 2
[00:52.28] Muhammad with the stick-and-move
[00:53.80] The Godbody only speak the truth
[00:56.39] I'm popping like Polo tags in '98
[00:58.91] Six shipments, six addresses, I charge it to the game
[01:02.12] Double-cup sipping, paint dripping off the Caddy frame
[01:05.20] Two-tone whip change colors, I call it "Charlamagne"
[01:09.00] Kill for your brothers, if they do the same
[01:11.43] Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same
[01:14.44] Switch bitches, switch locations, and watch these **** change
[01:17.63] There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game
[01:20.12] Yeah, and the nerve of you motherfuckers
[01:23.65] The nerve of you motherfuckers think that you can touch me
[01:26.57] Your ass ain't fast enough to touch me
[01:29.05] The one and only, heh
[01:30.37] Godbody
[01:31.91] And it's gon' go down
[01:34.12] And when it go down, everybody just gon' be looking
[01:36.15] Standing there, looking around
[01:37.64] Standing there, looking around, looking at each other
[01:39.44] Tryna figure out who did it
[01:40.87] Don't nobody know who did it
[01:42.33] Don't nobody know who did it
[01:43.68] All they know is what happened (Ugh, yeah)
[01:44.92] Godbody!
[01:45.60] You **** selling to them plainclotheses
[01:48.24] While I play the corner, chain-smoking
[01:50.32] Booming out they veins and noses
[01:52.23] I'm paper-stacking 'til the winter's over
[01:54.56] Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover, seats the color baking soda
[01:58.51] Wood grain resemble shaken soda
[02:00.67] Apply the pressure to the next or opposition when my paces over
[02:04.68] Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta
[02:06.87] You paper soldiers couldn't take a step inside these Purple Label loafers
[02:10.99] I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees
[02:13.73] Six shipments, six addresses, I paid the shipping fees
[02:16.88] Double-cup, sipping lean, dripping off a Swisher Sweet
[02:19.96] Two-tone, yellow and rosegold, like Mr. T
[02:23.69] I'm good with that yay', like Mike Dean
[02:26.15] Killers turn police for that break, like Ice-T
[02:29.24] Desperate **** turn on they own peopleβSpike Lee
[02:32.44] Shivers when he preach, the Godbody got the truth to speak
[02:38.71]
[00:06.18] Them **** selling to them undercovers
[00:08.49] That's uncool, like your mother's brother
[00:10.50] Make my bitches touch each other
[00:12.38] My **** caught cases, all we known for pie-shaving
[00:15.21] All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian
[00:18.73] Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece
[00:21.74] Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P
[00:24.86] I'm in the dojo where the masters meet, talk is cheap
[00:28.06] Whispers in the congregation whilst the pastor preach
[00:31.46] Been a problem, now I'm more focused
[00:33.39] That Maserati pull up, make your Bimmer look like it's a Ford Focus
[00:37.42] In to retail, hard to explain the details
[00:40.26] Thousand-dollar deposits sit in unopened emails
[00:43.66] Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools
[00:46.02] Dip from 12 like I'm in Air Maxes, I get up out my Yeezy Boosts
[00:49.83] My Watanabe circa Season 2
[00:52.28] Muhammad with the stick-and-move
[00:53.80] The Godbody only speak the truth
[00:56.39] I'm popping like Polo tags in '98
[00:58.91] Six shipments, six addresses, I charge it to the game
[01:02.12] Double-cup sipping, paint dripping off the Caddy frame
[01:05.20] Two-tone whip change colors, I call it "Charlamagne"
[01:09.00] Kill for your brothers, if they do the same
[01:11.43] Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same
[01:14.44] Switch bitches, switch locations, and watch these **** change
[01:17.63] There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game
[01:20.12] Yeah, and the nerve of you motherfuckers
[01:23.65] The nerve of you motherfuckers think that you can touch me
[01:26.57] Your ass ain't fast enough to touch me
[01:29.05] The one and only, heh
[01:30.37] Godbody
[01:31.91] And it's gon' go down
[01:34.12] And when it go down, everybody just gon' be looking
[01:36.15] Standing there, looking around
[01:37.64] Standing there, looking around, looking at each other
[01:39.44] Tryna figure out who did it
[01:40.87] Don't nobody know who did it
[01:42.33] Don't nobody know who did it
[01:43.68] All they know is what happened (Ugh, yeah)
[01:44.92] Godbody!
[01:45.60] You **** selling to them plainclotheses
[01:48.24] While I play the corner, chain-smoking
[01:50.32] Booming out they veins and noses
[01:52.23] I'm paper-stacking 'til the winter's over
[01:54.56] Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover, seats the color baking soda
[01:58.51] Wood grain resemble shaken soda
[02:00.67] Apply the pressure to the next or opposition when my paces over
[02:04.68] Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta
[02:06.87] You paper soldiers couldn't take a step inside these Purple Label loafers
[02:10.99] I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees
[02:13.73] Six shipments, six addresses, I paid the shipping fees
[02:16.88] Double-cup, sipping lean, dripping off a Swisher Sweet
[02:19.96] Two-tone, yellow and rosegold, like Mr. T
[02:23.69] I'm good with that yay', like Mike Dean
[02:26.15] Killers turn police for that break, like Ice-T
[02:29.24] Desperate **** turn on they own peopleβSpike Lee
[02:32.44] Shivers when he preach, the Godbody got the truth to speak
[02:38.71]