Testo THank god 4 me - ScHoolboy Q
Testo della canzone THank god 4 me (ScHoolboy Q), tratta dall'album BLUE LIPS
What's going on?
Ayy, ayy
What's going on?
What's going (going, going)
Ayy, ayy
Uh-oh
I swear to God my whole thang been wicked
Tried to keep the peace but all I piece around is bitches (bitches)
I see the topic now but everything is snitchin'
If it's allegations, you snitchin' then I promise, nigga
(Hold on)
Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me
Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' and the Tesla's cheap
Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me
All my niggas gon' "shh" for me
Nigga, go to hell, you went fed' (ayy)
The white bitch do what I said (ayy)
You rap niggas stay on your period
The truth been coming out furious (ayy)
My neck piece looking like Paris
The Maybach, me and her married
I look down, nigga, that's scary (ayy)
The rat tails need to get buried
You hanging on to it, now, barely
Move on, nigga, that's clarity
Came home, nigga, that's scandalous
Caught red-handed on candid (ayy)
Bitch-ass nigga, you fancy
IG lookin' like Bambi
Real life, nigga, no GRAMMY's
Big watch, nigga, it's glossy
Quick flex, gotta get off me (yeah)
Get back, nigga, you awful
Shoe shine, nigga, keep dancing
Catalog really extensive
Big fees, one of my features
No cheese, one of my secrets
Blue lips, really I'm speechless
What's going on? (Huh?)
Shit gettin' tricky out here, my nigga, what's going on?
He tellin', he tellin', he tellin', he tellin', who tellin?
What goin' on? ('86)
(Man, it was supposed to be a secret)
On God, you niggas lame (on God)
On God, you niggas shady (on God)
On God, you niggas AIDS
I'ma fuck who I want, on God
With a hoe right now, on God (on God)
I'ma fuck her in the face, on God
The American dream, hoorah
Why these police-ass niggas going live?
He live? We slide (oh my)
We slide (ayy)
Fuck her in the face, hoorah
I done ran from the porch, just vibes
Heard a real ass nigga won't die
Shit, a legend like me can't die
I'm alive, who lie?
I've been popping this shit since nine
Few times, more times
If I go out right now, I'm fine
If I died right now, I'm fine
Where the mirror at, hoe? I'm fine (ayy)
Got a bucket at home, still mine
Got the same lil' 'Rari that climbs (yeah)
I shine, big time
Boy, you gotta catch up, you blind (blind)
Got a girl, dark skin, she fine (fine)
Okay, rewind (that's mine)
Got a new lil' thang that grind
Got a best friend with her, that's mine
Uh-uh, keep tryin' (tryin')
If you couldn't do the work, why sign?
Want the money or you wanna inspire? ('Spire)
'Cause the same old crying getting tiring
You liar, you fired (fired)
The bullshit we on
The chain on neon
The frostbite on my wrist you cling on
The dead weight on my back just get on
I tongue kiss syrup in the white, hold the Leon
I put gold seats in the house just to pee on
I used to be on Percs, Xanax, that was kudos
The money got too big, cash on sumo (huh)
Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me
Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' or the Tesla's cheap
Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me
All my niggas gon' "shh" for me (ayy)
Check it, yeah
Check it, check it
Check it, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Paul D. Beauregard, Derrick Ordogne, Jason Kevin Pounds, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Dion Norman, Jordan Michael Houston, Kalon Berry, Matthew William Day
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