Dear god free mayo free my f*cking dawg shake
Most you privileged motherf*ckers never had a hard day
Taking money then I'm game like an arcade
Girl don't trip when you with me the streets know I go hard babe
Girl don't trip about a thing the AR in my car babe
I think I'm addicted to the outside in the dark babe
I think I could change my name to bitch I do it large babe
Cleanest white boy, and I don't play the guitar babe
Switching sides on me then you dead to me uh
If you dry snitch you a fed to me uh
All my custys give bread to me uh
Different bitches give the same head to me
You know I pulled up to your city wit them racks racks racks
I got a spanish bitch and she gon throw it back back back
I got a polo hat but this is not no cap cap cap
Don't even test me cause I got it on my lap lap lap
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Ooh OOhwee
Count a hundred thowy
Most of y'all can't see
Cause the diamonds cloudy
Memphis Tennessee
We got two seater cruise with it
Draco on the seat dawg, we aint tryna lose with it
You can get a bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
She so thirsty
Bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Spacecoupe - Gods Don't Die (feat. Project Pat, BG Scott & Fergo) Lyrics
Spacecoupe - Gods Don't Die (feat. Project Pat, BG Scott & Fergo) Lyrics
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Dear god free mayo free my f*cking dawg shake
Most you privileged motherf*ckers never had a hard day
Taking money then I'm game like an arcade
Girl don't trip when you with me the streets know I go hard babe
Girl don't trip about a thing the AR in my car babe
I think I'm addicted to the outside in the dark babe
I think I could change my name to bitch I do it large babe
Cleanest white boy, and I don't play the guitar babe
Switching sides on me then you dead to me uh
If you dry snitch you a fed to me uh
All my custys give bread to me uh
Different bitches give the same head to me
You know I pulled up to your city wit them racks racks racks
I got a spanish bitch and she gon throw it back back back
I got a polo hat but this is not no cap cap cap
Don't even test me cause I got it on my lap lap lap
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Ooh OOhwee
Count a hundred thowy
Most of y'all can't see
Cause the diamonds cloudy
Memphis Tennessee
We got two seater cruise with it
Draco on the seat dawg, we aint tryna lose with it
You can get a bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
She so thirsty
Bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Most you privileged motherf*ckers never had a hard day
Taking money then I'm game like an arcade
Girl don't trip when you with me the streets know I go hard babe
Girl don't trip about a thing the AR in my car babe
I think I'm addicted to the outside in the dark babe
I think I could change my name to bitch I do it large babe
Cleanest white boy, and I don't play the guitar babe
Switching sides on me then you dead to me uh
If you dry snitch you a fed to me uh
All my custys give bread to me uh
Different bitches give the same head to me
You know I pulled up to your city wit them racks racks racks
I got a spanish bitch and she gon throw it back back back
I got a polo hat but this is not no cap cap cap
Don't even test me cause I got it on my lap lap lap
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Ooh OOhwee
Count a hundred thowy
Most of y'all can't see
Cause the diamonds cloudy
Memphis Tennessee
We got two seater cruise with it
Draco on the seat dawg, we aint tryna lose with it
You can get a bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
She so thirsty
Bruise with it
Knocked out your shoes with it
Talking on that gram caught him slipping he on snooze with it
Diamonds on a nigga teeth, I'm talking cool with it
Your girl at my row, front row, caught a drew with it
I need shine cause a god don't die
Yeah i had to roll it was dye on dye
Ive been on a roll like its rise on rise
Situation sticking like its white on rice
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Sick of being humble let me live my life
Gods don't die no gods don't die
Counting up this paper oil my eyes lose sight
Writer: Thomas Scott
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