Testo Godzilla's God - Y2
Testo della canzone Godzilla's God (Y2), tratta dall'album Triller
I'm the one that's shuttin shit down
Only one that's runnin this town
All them other niggas missed out
Bunch of young niggas tripped out
Fuck her have her throwin in towel
Diamonds on a nigga bling blaow
We gon have promethazine dreams
Bopper keep on poppin them beans
We do not fuck with the bottom
This top of this
On my dick pop a bitch
Fuck that esophagus
Start a mosh pit and apocalypse
Talk all that shit you gon end up on chalk in the dark and shit
Sparkin that shit bitch you wild wild
Talkin that shit get choo mopped mopped
Don't do no janitor job job
Psychopath killer gon mob mob
I am not sent for yo entertain this for yo little brain
Keep the cocaine in the sock
I just be switching lanes
Niggas can't enter my bitches mane
Unless that bitch is a bop
Run with them scammers
Fifty niggas with me like Hammer
They all keep a hammer on god
I just be gassing it stretching it
We don't extras
I really don't give a fuck
I'ma need a mutha fuckin bible
If a nigga talkin rival
I'ma make him reach a rifle and a sniper
This is vital my survival
Not no mutha fuckin idol
This the silence of the Lamborghini
Bout to go diablo nigga
I'm gon set this bitch on fire
Chi-chi-chi-cha
You know it's Trill in the south
Fuck you nigga think I'm from
This shit go dumb
I got cho bitch and my dick on her tongue
A kee a kee kee I'm the only one that's laughing
I bust a nut on top ya Marc Jake glasses
These niggas ass and I'm the only one gassing
I'm in her gut and she said Oh my gosh bitch
Oh shit here come another cocaine classic
I gotta world of series coming don't dodge me
She got that dunna nunna
Had to get that fuckin number
Always fuckin wita ratchet bitch not classy
I had to mix it up a lot
She put the titties on the glass I said you like my style
Imma take her home
Humdele long
That pussy was made in USA American
Ya
I don't even know what type of shit I'm on now
Godzilla verses King Kong probably both now
Tell these hoes that better go down
Imma need a lot of head like a totem pole now or bitch
Be gone
I'm everything in the book but a regular degular nigga
Hannibal lecture swear I be eating that pussy for dinner
Difference between us I be holding my penis when I'm snappin
Tall tee on I feel like I'm back in Atlanta
Still in the lead you niggas receding
I'm easily being Beavis you betta leave it to beaver
Breathing on beats easy peazy cheesy nachos and a taco
I am on the right path
Psychopath and I'm hot hoe
A huh huh huh huh ha
Don't hold ya mutha fuckin breath I'ma still be god
Like yo tummy sick my shit don't stop
Imma be the illest nigga killin shit forensics can't detect
Unless you point me to the nearest Dexter
Imma need a high horse
Sittin on top of the high horse
Sittin on top of the high horse
I already got
Fuck
Starting to think I'm probably really Godzilla's God
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Writer(s): Jason Michael Robinson, Mohamed Ly
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