The God lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Intro:]
Established in New York City
Girl you know where I met with

I'm up early in the morning
I got to get it
'Cause I got to get it
Yeah, I got to get it

[Verse 1:]
Oh, I'm up early in the morning all these n*ggas sleeping
Laid out, they're tired, they partied all weekend
All my n*ggas hungry and all these n*ggas eating
So now I'm taking sh*t, f*ck feeling we're competing, what up?
Are you swagged out, watch when is Karl Bay
Leave a real fowl stain on the bowl Maints
n*ggas it's presence balled down no arms huggin
Approach me as the God which your palm's touching
n*ggas say I changed I say motherf*ck em
You call me a home record I say she never loved them
A good blunt, good salad, thousand dollars in above it
Some bake city then give me a beat that I could f*ck em
And then is really dinner time, n*gga
So it ain't just to make Forbes I'm on my genuine
n*gga watch me doing Karl Louis to the finish line n*gga
Stone wash product I'm a vintage line n*gga
And I don't need no hook for the sh*t
But if I did put a hook on the sh*t
And then probably go

[Chorus:]
Bow down no arms hugging
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Verse 2:]
Nowadays I get highs I wanna raise sleep hell slow
I get flies I wanna I'm a uptown n*gga till I die so when I
I'm just cope something new to rejoy every summer
Hold up is father millzie church n*gga, all prayers is due
Our birth n*ggas
A lot of n*ggas some of the hottest n*ggas
Most loved and hated for my style you must got it n*gga
One man but I'm too raw
Push up on your b*tch like my living room floor
My little slime out here chief keefin with this boys
And he'll let that hammer fly, eat your ass like dough
I wanted control of the town so I kill the flocks
My crew is not f*cking around and I sing the chorus
But I just wanna say

[Chorus:]
Bow down no arms hugging
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Verse 3:]
Rest in peace star real n*ggas
You're riding to the N grip you ill n*gga
European luggage form my travels
Hall through your hood like scavage
Hall through your hood like compressed plints and capsules
I'm like graffiti in bathrooms with bad fumes
Scully with the link bars, corner store sh*t
I'm on that Wu Tang and you want me, '94 sh*t
Yea, shout out to my wash tights n*ggas
Yea papi still got it, that's for life n*gga
Solid gold under the ice, n*gga
In front of the pizza shop, eatin a slice n*gga
You could get a autograph or your jaw smashed
I drag you all over the road like a tour staff
I'm on that vintage Versace, Chanelle sh*t
I do my job and I do it well b*tch
f*ck Evil Knievil, I can lay a verse and post a tweet while I'm getting head and that's why the L lit
Heavy whip flow, I make the scale flip
My lines need to be on some pile sh*t

[Interlude:]
When Millz speak the world darkens
And fly sh*t I rock it like hard it

[Chorus:]
Lil n*gga bow down, no arms huggin
Approach me with the God which your palm's touching

[Outro:]
Amen
Father Millzie
All praises due
Established in New York Cuty
Please, approach me with the God which your palm's touching

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