Game - God Speed (feat. Mele) | Текст песни

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• God Speed (feat. Mele)

Need y’all to understand what I’m ‘bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club, live stuntin’ in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
Pass the curse that a y’all when I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me like I bought the shoe
Tell him it’s money thing, my nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
We pop the space, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know
We’re smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
Nuttella on it and twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few Serats and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cuz every time I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club he got Dakota’s one
Surrounded by killaz cuz jade prince know his son
And I’m all ‘ight with that cuz rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can
Cuz he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake’s gon sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he’d do it and say
J hawl if you need some
And that’s loyalty in the industry that’s full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that’s lucky enough to stand up on this couch
Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
Your fake ass, your fake nose, you’re never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike, Carl’s got you thinking that you on the right
Cuz the fuck that Nicki’s in that white Porsche
But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home
And I can’t even start to count how many times we’ve been to Rome
My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
And you ain’t never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him cuz he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the themes, now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men calling me by my government
I swear to god that I’m loving it, I’m on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic
Even she’s surprised that she’s sucking it
But don’t be surprised that I’m fucking
Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with
I’m the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don’t need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my black bed service
Don’t believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin’
Niggas get nervous when we hop at them some Bourbons
Get the time wearin’ rags around our heads like they’re turbans
Half them niggas murking, I’m behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
I’m something like them gulf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
A rich can’t play twice, don’t lie to me
Cuz a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
Ain’t no lemon spending this money, I’m bout it bought it B
I’m hoodie’s new rapper’s try to be
Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan’s
You don’t know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it’s stuck in my toes
And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
I’m ‘bout to take her lo

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