Ratking - American Gods (feat. Remy Banks, Teddy & Slickyboy) | Текст песни

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• American Gods (feat. Remy Banks, Teddy & Slickyboy)

See I’m from the Triple Fat Goose Era
You understand
Down feathers all the way
700 Fill
So from the Triple Fat Goose
To the First Down
To the Bear
And people that couldn't get the Bear got the South Pole
I ain't recommend that

It's cool, We can't
Nah, Don Corleone, I'm an American God
Sitting down and preparing my bars
It's coming through your pawn like a barge
Don't let me start
It's coming through your head like a dart
Let me impart (some knowledge on you)
There ain't no competitive perk
It's god talking [?]
Mother fucker come to heaven
Dogs barking, protecting the door
That's where I go and I don't feel the city no more
I go cause I know
Errytime Wiki gone flow
In the city at least fifty titties gon' show
At least a hunnid cats gon' dap
At least one blunt's that's fats getting passed
Man at least that last was a fact

American God's
Living the American Dream
Travel the world
We out for the C.R.E.A.M
It's a Wednesdays
It's only knowing Knowledge
How we get paid
Flights are expressways

Cops and there forehead, shining harder than they badge
I'm sick of all these murders and getting frisk upon the act
Out in Brussels getting bagged, had my sweats sagged
Sippin' on a smoothie crossing the walks with a jet lag
I was jaywalking, didn't have no J but I was walking
Tryna get some change for dirty clothes that I was washing
At the laundromat tryna clean my white tee's, my undies and my Yankee's cap
I ain’t make it back, I made it to the coldest cell
That I ever felt But I got a show at 12
So I hopped up out the Hell, hopped up out the [?]
Got some fries, murked the show and lived to tell [x2]

Well what do we have here?
Stewed like the soup in it's past year
Screwed off his noodle and sincere
Look out for that lost look, on a long face
And the traces of burnt kush
Patient til' the energy turns push
Then I just yell mush (mush)
Watch out from the slush grey, from the canines and the shrapnel
I'm gonna catch you, from the stray line, say or be so
Seven over on Lennox 20 below
[?]
The old heads say the money bound to go as soon as it fold
So keep ya hands inside ya pockets and your foolish lips closed
I got my dollar coffee crucifix and just kissed a rose
And I ain't had to tell em I was G.O.D cause it showed

American God's
Living the American Dream
Travel the world
We out for the C.R.E.A.M
It's a Wednesdays
It's only knowing Knowledge
How we get paid
Flights are expressways

(I don't know of you, I don't dub you, I'm an American God I'm above you)

Since age 11 I been faded and underestimated by decisions I've stated
Power move hasn't been dilated for a while you thought I was going senile
Now I'm thinking further then the [?], I'm a change my lifestyle
To this story I've never been told
It's pretty cold in the east, some homie's been diseased but If I eat
We all having a feast, with no hesitation, we off to a destination
[?] living with no complication, it's my occupation forever
No time for a pretender, I'm a do me don't you remember
I have a big imagination, so I face at what I creating
The game is an image, no need for scrimmage
I already won
They contemplating a ton about move's I'm making
I'm thinkin' impatient about how life can be amazing by saving hunger, that I'm craving
Less is more that's what I'm tasting
You got a problem, I'm raving with no aggression this second
(Yeahhh)

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