God Flo

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My ex girl gotta new thing and that new thing is my side chick 
How you going around saying this and that like everything you got ain't my Shit
It's a small world and you Big mad you the side chick to my side chick 
You belong to her, she belong to me, now you basically back my Bitch 
You never catch me outside lit I'm not Hollywood I read comments 
I was born to win it and if I fail I just dust off and try again 
Try try try try again in yo conversations I prolly been 
I be at ya neck like a violin, I got 12 stacks I'm a hide 10 
Cooked up that God Flo 
Got a baby pop then you gotta go 
Ain't got time for that 
I don't want the drama, I ain't step pop and I ain't none of those 
When I come calln' Don't come runn' 
You should come crawling on all 4's 
Got 3 holes, I love getn' head, I break down walls, cum in all doors 
Treat hoes like the Cavaliers if you wanna win then we all score 
I don't give a F*ck what I paid 4 it I'm a take trip and m a charge more 
Phantom Cook in my blunt wrap 
Was a youngbull I aint cut checks 
Then I realized it ain't just sex 
You payn' 4 no talk backs 
No headaches no none of that 
I don't smell loud, got Blunt Effects 
Its 4 of us when we hit the club like T-Mac im the 1 wit that 
Had fun wit that, I don't want it back 
I move weight I'm hunchbacked 
If my boo late then I dump that 
4 The 16 I want racks 
Back in the trenches, back to the paper, I'm back to my business 
Caught lackn' you finished 
Stretched in the field, half back in like Emmitt 
Sub-track and division, yea that's what that paper do 2 you and ya Nigguz 
No forgive or forgetting 
Yes payback's a Bitch I really am wit it 
How you do that in dem damn shoes 
She ride Dick and do dance moves 
She go 2 school and she dance 2 
Go against us you a damn fool 
Cooked up that hard work 
She suck Dick til her jaw hurt 
She on x, she pop percs 
We all win if we all work 
Trump is my President I scream free El Chapo 
You post bread on IG but that cheese is not yo's 
We got bread, we got hoes 
You got guns we got those 
Turn Air Jordans to guachos 
Leave yo chest wit pot holes 
Came 4 the W 
Left wit a victory, don't let outsiders get 2 me 
Came wit a struggle 
You bitches mean shit 2 me, I show em no sympathy 
They try 2 get me they die 
Ain't no more Jordan and Pippen we already tried 
They sold you a dream 
And you listened, believed it, and bought it 
I'm sorry they lied 
Sorry you tried and you hearn' this 
No I take none of you serious 
Bitches deranged and delirious 
I am a Gemini no I am not a Leo I am not an Aquarius 
Sometimes I wonder do Nigguz  get periods 
Sorry not sorry I shot em I curious 
Nigguz goin do me you serious 
I was locked up in my cell when I'm hearn' this 
Nigguz delirious 
Young Nigguz don't cheese 
Tell ya baby pop I don't want beef 
But lil Rah Rah wit his bad ass he need a cut and he want sneaks 
He don't know about homecooked meals 
It's only noodles and lunch meat 
In 9th grade he dump heat 
His name building like Trump speech 
We goin be alright 
I ran into an old fiend 
Like French vanilla he off white 
He literally had a hard life 
If I smoke you and they bring you back 
Like the drivers test you get parked twice 
Growing up I ain't have gravy 
We had 2 sugar and salt rice 

In the kitchen whipn' cookn' dope up 
Ma goin whoop my ass I f*ck the stove up 
Walkn' thru the trenches wit my nose up 
We goin run the game they goin know us

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