NOBODY LIKE GOD

Holy ghost flow
What chu don't know
Talk about God
And you might choke
You heard mics smoke
You might mic choke
I'm like type woh
Sipping on the finest brown
Pepsi you gone get it yo
Stay off the streets
If you not about to be right
Take yo hind to church
If you wanna see some street lights
Never stand around the gang type
Or the beef type
Leave a beat fried
Like a cook right
Cuz I cook nice
Eat a Klondike
Let a dog bite
If it's small nice
I'm a big fight
For a big fight
God don't make mistakes baby
Imma look nice
You be dead nice
We alive right
Up all night make the world
Go and spin right
This is God's type
Boy I'm God like
The dinner cooked up
Now it's life lines

Nobody like God
There's Nobody like me



Credits
Writer(s): Cleo Ivey
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