God Damn
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โฑ๏ธ 3:48 duration
๐ ID: 5910879
๐ Lyrics
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
I'm ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I'm impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I'm racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in the matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking chanels and moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I'm drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain't no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain't no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that's white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I'm playing Tekken
Can't wear silver, I ain't come in second
I ain't got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the 38 special
I'm rocking Louis like I could play chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I'm dressing like I'm vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to gram
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my vans
Yeah Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
I'm ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I'm impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I'm racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in the matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking chanels and moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I'm drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain't no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain't no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that's white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I'm playing Tekken
Can't wear silver, I ain't come in second
I ain't got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the 38 special
I'm rocking Louis like I could play chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I'm dressing like I'm vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to gram
Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my vans
Yeah Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.77] She know she bad, I got that bag
[00:18.63] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[00:20.62] I could count cash fast
[00:22.24] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[00:24.16] Roll up gelato, three grams
[00:25.87] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[00:27.89] She cute, she having a hand
[00:29.68] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[00:31.62] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[00:33.62] I got bitches popping up like spam
[00:35.58] Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
[00:37.59] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[00:39.50] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[00:41.90] I got supreme on my vans
[00:43.96] Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[00:45.43] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[00:47.86] I'm ice skating, got my shooter waiting
[00:49.82] I, I got the cookies, baking
[00:51.45] I wanna fuck, I'm impatient
[00:52.95] Foreign, she half-Asian
[00:54.18] Foreign, I ride like I'm racing
[00:55.67] Dirty AK with my shell cases
[00:57.96] None of my bitches is basic
[00:59.47] On the red pill like Neo in the matrix
[01:02.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:04.52] Everything I wear is rare
[01:06.21] Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
[01:08.65] Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
[01:10.44] Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
[01:12.58] Yeah, rocking chanels and moncler
[01:15.75] Outfit, it come out next year
[01:17.29] I'm drinking lean, not no beer
[01:19.52] Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain't no reason to fear
[01:21.98] Get your ass busted, ain't no pussies over here
[01:24.23] Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
[01:26.28] Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
[01:28.25] I got some bitches that's white like vanilla
[01:30.23] These niggas falling off the map like sears
[01:32.27] I got these haters mad, they in tears
[01:34.07] My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
[01:36.55] She know she bad, I got that bag
[01:38.26] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[01:40.36] I could count cash fast
[01:42.05] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[01:44.06] Roll up gelato, three grams
[01:45.82] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[01:47.99] She cute, she having a hand
[01:49.63] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[01:51.85] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[01:53.64] I got bitches popping up like spam
[01:55.48] Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
[01:57.53] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[01:59.62] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[02:01.14] I got supreme on my Vans
[02:03.70] Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[02:05.58] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[02:07.87] VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
[02:10.52] Beat up the pot like I'm playing Tekken
[02:12.53] Can't wear silver, I ain't come in second
[02:15.02] I ain't got no time for these thots and these peasants
[02:16.82] Yeah, strapped up like I was giuseppes
[02:18.59] Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
[02:20.51] All of my bitches, they too sexy
[02:22.53] 1017 chain, cop a fezzy
[02:24.47] Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
[02:26.55] I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
[02:28.32] Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
[02:30.62] Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
[02:32.48] Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
[02:34.69] Gucci bag with the 38 special
[02:36.50] I'm rocking Louis like I could play chess
[02:38.53] I spread like the old man that you piss
[02:40.56] Ooh, I make her give me the neck
[02:42.56] Call me PJ like a private jet
[02:44.59] Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
[02:46.52] I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
[02:48.48] I'm dressing like I'm vinegarette
[02:50.58] I bust that seal on that Hitech
[02:52.26] Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
[02:54.23] She want shit bad, but I got the check
[02:56.33] She know she bad, I got that bag
[02:58.34] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[03:00.27] I could count cash fast
[03:01.85] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[03:03.99] Roll up gelato, three grams
[03:05.58] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[03:07.53] She cute, she having a hand
[03:09.76] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[03:11.80] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[03:13.37] I got bitches popping up like spam
[03:15.48] Send my money, give her twenty to gram
[03:17.41] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[03:19.87] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[03:22.30] I got supreme on my vans
[03:23.75] Yeah Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[03:25.74] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[03:29.05]
[00:18.63] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[00:20.62] I could count cash fast
[00:22.24] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[00:24.16] Roll up gelato, three grams
[00:25.87] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[00:27.89] She cute, she having a hand
[00:29.68] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[00:31.62] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[00:33.62] I got bitches popping up like spam
[00:35.58] Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
[00:37.59] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[00:39.50] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[00:41.90] I got supreme on my vans
[00:43.96] Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[00:45.43] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[00:47.86] I'm ice skating, got my shooter waiting
[00:49.82] I, I got the cookies, baking
[00:51.45] I wanna fuck, I'm impatient
[00:52.95] Foreign, she half-Asian
[00:54.18] Foreign, I ride like I'm racing
[00:55.67] Dirty AK with my shell cases
[00:57.96] None of my bitches is basic
[00:59.47] On the red pill like Neo in the matrix
[01:02.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:04.52] Everything I wear is rare
[01:06.21] Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
[01:08.65] Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
[01:10.44] Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
[01:12.58] Yeah, rocking chanels and moncler
[01:15.75] Outfit, it come out next year
[01:17.29] I'm drinking lean, not no beer
[01:19.52] Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain't no reason to fear
[01:21.98] Get your ass busted, ain't no pussies over here
[01:24.23] Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
[01:26.28] Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
[01:28.25] I got some bitches that's white like vanilla
[01:30.23] These niggas falling off the map like sears
[01:32.27] I got these haters mad, they in tears
[01:34.07] My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
[01:36.55] She know she bad, I got that bag
[01:38.26] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[01:40.36] I could count cash fast
[01:42.05] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[01:44.06] Roll up gelato, three grams
[01:45.82] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[01:47.99] She cute, she having a hand
[01:49.63] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[01:51.85] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[01:53.64] I got bitches popping up like spam
[01:55.48] Send my money, give her twenty-two grams
[01:57.53] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[01:59.62] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[02:01.14] I got supreme on my Vans
[02:03.70] Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[02:05.58] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[02:07.87] VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
[02:10.52] Beat up the pot like I'm playing Tekken
[02:12.53] Can't wear silver, I ain't come in second
[02:15.02] I ain't got no time for these thots and these peasants
[02:16.82] Yeah, strapped up like I was giuseppes
[02:18.59] Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
[02:20.51] All of my bitches, they too sexy
[02:22.53] 1017 chain, cop a fezzy
[02:24.47] Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
[02:26.55] I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
[02:28.32] Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
[02:30.62] Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
[02:32.48] Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
[02:34.69] Gucci bag with the 38 special
[02:36.50] I'm rocking Louis like I could play chess
[02:38.53] I spread like the old man that you piss
[02:40.56] Ooh, I make her give me the neck
[02:42.56] Call me PJ like a private jet
[02:44.59] Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
[02:46.52] I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
[02:48.48] I'm dressing like I'm vinegarette
[02:50.58] I bust that seal on that Hitech
[02:52.26] Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
[02:54.23] She want shit bad, but I got the check
[02:56.33] She know she bad, I got that bag
[02:58.34] Foreign with 230 on the dash
[03:00.27] I could count cash fast
[03:01.85] Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
[03:03.99] Roll up gelato, three grams
[03:05.58] Stuffing my pocket with bands
[03:07.53] She cute, she having a hand
[03:09.76] I'm rich, I know I'm the man, yeah
[03:11.80] Ice on my neck, goddamn
[03:13.37] I got bitches popping up like spam
[03:15.48] Send my money, give her twenty to gram
[03:17.41] Sell the whole thing, we don't sell no grams
[03:19.87] She got a fat ass, goddamn
[03:22.30] I got supreme on my vans
[03:23.75] Yeah Gucci bag, fill it with bands
[03:25.74] Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
[03:29.05]