I come in the name of Jesus
By the power of the holy spirit
What's yo trip
I told you what I'm goin through
The f*ck yo problem
I been on the highways
And by ways
Bad Lil bitty
Hope you going my way
Can't even fault ya
I was cursed by the alter
So wherever you swing it
Hope you swing it
My way
I can make yo bed rock
Slap the spirit out yo nigga
Like he Jed Rock
Big smoke over here
We from jam rock
Aw damn
Dun spilled me Bombay
Side talk
Lift him up like runway
Undele undele
Get me a flight to the head
No overlay
Tryna reach the point
Where I'm underworked
And overpaid
F*ck around and quit my job today
Damn
Cynthia on the phone
You wanna speak to
You wanna speak to yo Daddy
You aint my daddy
Huh
What you talm bout
But, but I am
Do you know yo daddy
This that ill spitting
Zone splitting
Hit sticker
Spitter
Food for thought
You do the dishes
Dishing
What brings
My best interest
Run it up
Running amock
Building life savings
On cane sniffers
Cup mixers
Real hitters
Pussy dripping
Or whatever else
That make sense
Towards the bucks
Not too much
Don't draw attention to stuff
Gon girl
Yeah f*ck it up
Wu the way I bring the ruckUs
I Love
Lane switching
Deal pitching
Product flipping
Rental whipping
Penny pinchin
Julius
Caesar thinking
Cease captors for capture
Just to get some racks up
Tame her back down
Blow her back out
Dreams Swinging for the fences
Heavy like I'm ken or Jax now
Connected onn
Several packs now
All paperwork good
Check them facts now
That's all you got nigga
I'm tired of this shit boy
If you don't rap better nigga
I'm puttin cases on all you bitches
I swear to god
What's a case to the greatest
Greatness lay at the place of who make it
Mobbin wit make it
Goblins who ride and take it
Gliding sliding and facing
Racing Against the clock
The odds, The mob
The gods, Facades, The time
Eeenie meenie miney mo
Give me mine
Pardon my placement
Sorry if I barge into places
I switch my style up
Now a nigga becoming evasive
Think I'm the greatest
You want my spot
You better come take it
She say she can take it
Five minutes later
She lied
This a different type of high
Nigga I'm fried
I'm type to shoot the three when the game tied
Fresher than TIDE
Higher that Tide
Nigga I'm high
Nigga I'm odd
How in the f*ck is you gon tell me to watch my language
I ain't no f*ckin child
Bitch get off the phone
Go go tell yo children to watch they f*ckin language
Go teach yo children
Dumb Shit Head Biatch
Cremg - Spirit of Truth (feat. MakeitSneed, Ivan 5ive James & Teezy Crockett) Lyrics
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I come in the name of Jesus
By the power of the holy spirit
What's yo trip
I told you what I'm goin through
The f*ck yo problem
I been on the highways
And by ways
Bad Lil bitty
Hope you going my way
Can't even fault ya
I was cursed by the alter
So wherever you swing it
Hope you swing it
My way
I can make yo bed rock
Slap the spirit out yo nigga
Like he Jed Rock
Big smoke over here
We from jam rock
Aw damn
Dun spilled me Bombay
Side talk
Lift him up like runway
Undele undele
Get me a flight to the head
No overlay
Tryna reach the point
Where I'm underworked
And overpaid
F*ck around and quit my job today
Damn
Cynthia on the phone
You wanna speak to
You wanna speak to yo Daddy
You aint my daddy
Huh
What you talm bout
But, but I am
Do you know yo daddy
This that ill spitting
Zone splitting
Hit sticker
Spitter
Food for thought
You do the dishes
Dishing
What brings
My best interest
Run it up
Running amock
Building life savings
On cane sniffers
Cup mixers
Real hitters
Pussy dripping
Or whatever else
That make sense
Towards the bucks
Not too much
Don't draw attention to stuff
Gon girl
Yeah f*ck it up
Wu the way I bring the ruckUs
I Love
Lane switching
Deal pitching
Product flipping
Rental whipping
Penny pinchin
Julius
Caesar thinking
Cease captors for capture
Just to get some racks up
Tame her back down
Blow her back out
Dreams Swinging for the fences
Heavy like I'm ken or Jax now
Connected onn
Several packs now
All paperwork good
Check them facts now
That's all you got nigga
I'm tired of this shit boy
If you don't rap better nigga
I'm puttin cases on all you bitches
I swear to god
What's a case to the greatest
Greatness lay at the place of who make it
Mobbin wit make it
Goblins who ride and take it
Gliding sliding and facing
Racing Against the clock
The odds, The mob
The gods, Facades, The time
Eeenie meenie miney mo
Give me mine
Pardon my placement
Sorry if I barge into places
I switch my style up
Now a nigga becoming evasive
Think I'm the greatest
You want my spot
You better come take it
She say she can take it
Five minutes later
She lied
This a different type of high
Nigga I'm fried
I'm type to shoot the three when the game tied
Fresher than TIDE
Higher that Tide
Nigga I'm high
Nigga I'm odd
How in the f*ck is you gon tell me to watch my language
I ain't no f*ckin child
Bitch get off the phone
Go go tell yo children to watch they f*ckin language
Go teach yo children
Dumb Shit Head Biatch
By the power of the holy spirit
What's yo trip
I told you what I'm goin through
The f*ck yo problem
I been on the highways
And by ways
Bad Lil bitty
Hope you going my way
Can't even fault ya
I was cursed by the alter
So wherever you swing it
Hope you swing it
My way
I can make yo bed rock
Slap the spirit out yo nigga
Like he Jed Rock
Big smoke over here
We from jam rock
Aw damn
Dun spilled me Bombay
Side talk
Lift him up like runway
Undele undele
Get me a flight to the head
No overlay
Tryna reach the point
Where I'm underworked
And overpaid
F*ck around and quit my job today
Damn
Cynthia on the phone
You wanna speak to
You wanna speak to yo Daddy
You aint my daddy
Huh
What you talm bout
But, but I am
Do you know yo daddy
This that ill spitting
Zone splitting
Hit sticker
Spitter
Food for thought
You do the dishes
Dishing
What brings
My best interest
Run it up
Running amock
Building life savings
On cane sniffers
Cup mixers
Real hitters
Pussy dripping
Or whatever else
That make sense
Towards the bucks
Not too much
Don't draw attention to stuff
Gon girl
Yeah f*ck it up
Wu the way I bring the ruckUs
I Love
Lane switching
Deal pitching
Product flipping
Rental whipping
Penny pinchin
Julius
Caesar thinking
Cease captors for capture
Just to get some racks up
Tame her back down
Blow her back out
Dreams Swinging for the fences
Heavy like I'm ken or Jax now
Connected onn
Several packs now
All paperwork good
Check them facts now
That's all you got nigga
I'm tired of this shit boy
If you don't rap better nigga
I'm puttin cases on all you bitches
I swear to god
What's a case to the greatest
Greatness lay at the place of who make it
Mobbin wit make it
Goblins who ride and take it
Gliding sliding and facing
Racing Against the clock
The odds, The mob
The gods, Facades, The time
Eeenie meenie miney mo
Give me mine
Pardon my placement
Sorry if I barge into places
I switch my style up
Now a nigga becoming evasive
Think I'm the greatest
You want my spot
You better come take it
She say she can take it
Five minutes later
She lied
This a different type of high
Nigga I'm fried
I'm type to shoot the three when the game tied
Fresher than TIDE
Higher that Tide
Nigga I'm high
Nigga I'm odd
How in the f*ck is you gon tell me to watch my language
I ain't no f*ckin child
Bitch get off the phone
Go go tell yo children to watch they f*ckin language
Go teach yo children
Dumb Shit Head Biatch
Writer: Dominique Sneed, Donte Johnson, Ivan James V, William Hall
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid