God World
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
They want me to stop man
I ain't letting up
I'm a keep my foot on y'all niggas neck
Ya ha ha haaaa
Naw for real
Naw for real
Uh
The system wicked
Fuck these bitches
30 Glock with big extension
They don't want to see us winning
When I talk you feel the tension
I'm the one gone go and get it
I'm the one going to rock the city
I'm the one that's going to show these bitches
I'm the one that's going to pop the glizzy
So be said I'm one of the realist
Straight to the top the sky is the limit
Chain on the way
Cause my neck going to go bling
Big 60 clip make that motherfucker sing
Count all my money
I need all my green
Bad little bitch make that motherfucker cream
The shit that they sell you
Is nothing but a dream
Don't ask me for shit
If yein part of my team
That nigga mad bout
That little bitch that boy green
I remember they said I wouldn't be shit
Now a nigga counting up racks in the vip
You move too fast
Make your whole body flip
He think he's the plug
But he sell out of a zip
I ain't a street nigga but I stand on my shit
You playing with your life
If you think I'm a bitch
I slap your ass out like will did chris
I mean what I say I'm not stopping this shit
I mean what I say
I don't have time for a bitch
I mean what I say I'm just popping my shit
Y'all niggas are lame y'all knowing my body
I kick that bitch out
Cause she's talking about mollys
I put my cup down
Because bruh said I'm wildling
Bitch in my car
bitch who are you dialing
I put on this shit I don't need no stylist
I don't want that bitch
That bitch pussy got mileage
She said she can't trust
Me because bitch I'd be lying
This shit here yeah hit
Perfect timing
Don't call my phone
little bitch I'm grinding
Don't need my chain
To see that I am shiny
Big cbt bitch you can't tame me
Y'all niggas be pussy y'all niggas be bitches
I walk in the room and I am feeling the tension
Y'all niggas don't like me
But I bet your bitch digging me
These cracker a kill you just cuz of a Image
The shit that I'm doing
Hope I don't get sentence
If I leave this bitch
Ya I'm sending plenty
Bruh got the shit leave yo ass shity
I'm a rock out for show
Know cap
Hahaaaa
Naw for real
Ha
Uh
lead me because
The cake is over the road
Let me to be trade
To carry the heavy load
Let there be light
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Without a woman
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
They want me to stop man
I ain't letting up
I'm a keep my foot on y'all niggas neck
Ya ha ha haaaa
Naw for real
Naw for real
Uh
The system wicked
Fuck these bitches
30 Glock with big extension
They don't want to see us winning
When I talk you feel the tension
I'm the one gone go and get it
I'm the one going to rock the city
I'm the one that's going to show these bitches
I'm the one that's going to pop the glizzy
So be said I'm one of the realist
Straight to the top the sky is the limit
Chain on the way
Cause my neck going to go bling
Big 60 clip make that motherfucker sing
Count all my money
I need all my green
Bad little bitch make that motherfucker cream
The shit that they sell you
Is nothing but a dream
Don't ask me for shit
If yein part of my team
That nigga mad bout
That little bitch that boy green
I remember they said I wouldn't be shit
Now a nigga counting up racks in the vip
You move too fast
Make your whole body flip
He think he's the plug
But he sell out of a zip
I ain't a street nigga but I stand on my shit
You playing with your life
If you think I'm a bitch
I slap your ass out like will did chris
I mean what I say I'm not stopping this shit
I mean what I say
I don't have time for a bitch
I mean what I say I'm just popping my shit
Y'all niggas are lame y'all knowing my body
I kick that bitch out
Cause she's talking about mollys
I put my cup down
Because bruh said I'm wildling
Bitch in my car
bitch who are you dialing
I put on this shit I don't need no stylist
I don't want that bitch
That bitch pussy got mileage
She said she can't trust
Me because bitch I'd be lying
This shit here yeah hit
Perfect timing
Don't call my phone
little bitch I'm grinding
Don't need my chain
To see that I am shiny
Big cbt bitch you can't tame me
Y'all niggas be pussy y'all niggas be bitches
I walk in the room and I am feeling the tension
Y'all niggas don't like me
But I bet your bitch digging me
These cracker a kill you just cuz of a Image
The shit that I'm doing
Hope I don't get sentence
If I leave this bitch
Ya I'm sending plenty
Bruh got the shit leave yo ass shity
I'm a rock out for show
Know cap
Hahaaaa
Naw for real
Ha
Uh
lead me because
The cake is over the road
Let me to be trade
To carry the heavy load
Let there be light
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Writer(s): Justin Murphy
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