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Dump Gawd
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Living in the ghetto no pot to piss
Load the machine up like its a floppy disc
My watch it glist, drop a diss, pop the fifth hostile shit
As dark as Apocalypse, we going thru hell trips
The mag fit the bag, get toe-tagged and scaled it
Put holes on the top of niggas heads on some whale shit
The gawd's train of thought is impressive
I'm sitting in the coupe so majestic
With ammo, Rambo but so aggressive
Shell-shocked with no electric
Flip a studio thug like Plyometrics, I hear your heart beating as ya mind stresses
Shout out all my niggas doing time stretches
Affiliated wit mob niggas and highnesses
[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
FlAiR
Apply pressure wit extra, I have these guys stressin'
Hotter than a fat guy dressed in nine sweaters, God bless us
My fly's better, the kinda dresses I buy for vixens
Have 'em undressed in less than five seconds
Mob era (Mob era)
Don’t knock it unless you gon' try it, heckler
I have you dying from the iron dessert (tatatatata)
It’s the Fly Talker again, pardon my pen
And pardon my back when I walk in this bitch
Sparkin the 10
Ya dogs start to jog and then sprint, they callin it quits
The god never fall to a prince
When it comes to who side they on ya fans all on the fence
No cause for defence, but for the kid it’s always a win
Project buildings was dirty dog the hallways was dim
Broads they was grinning these women’s wanna call Jay to vent
But naw we ain’t friends
Naw.....
But naw we ain’t friends
Ya wife ya virgin I popped her cherry in the strawberry Benz
Haahahaha
IMMOBILAIRE, nigga
Dump Gawd!
[Sample]
Dump Gawd
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Living in the ghetto no pot to piss
Load the machine up like its a floppy disc
My watch it glist, drop a diss, pop the fifth hostile shit
As dark as Apocalypse, we going thru hell trips
The mag fit the bag, get toe-tagged and scaled it
Put holes on the top of niggas heads on some whale shit
The gawd's train of thought is impressive
I'm sitting in the coupe so majestic
With ammo, Rambo but so aggressive
Shell-shocked with no electric
Flip a studio thug like Plyometrics, I hear your heart beating as ya mind stresses
Shout out all my niggas doing time stretches
Affiliated wit mob niggas and highnesses
[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
FlAiR
Apply pressure wit extra, I have these guys stressin'
Hotter than a fat guy dressed in nine sweaters, God bless us
My fly's better, the kinda dresses I buy for vixens
Have 'em undressed in less than five seconds
Mob era (Mob era)
Don’t knock it unless you gon' try it, heckler
I have you dying from the iron dessert (tatatatata)
It’s the Fly Talker again, pardon my pen
And pardon my back when I walk in this bitch
Sparkin the 10
Ya dogs start to jog and then sprint, they callin it quits
The god never fall to a prince
When it comes to who side they on ya fans all on the fence
No cause for defence, but for the kid it’s always a win
Project buildings was dirty dog the hallways was dim
Broads they was grinning these women’s wanna call Jay to vent
But naw we ain’t friends
Naw.....
But naw we ain’t friends
Ya wife ya virgin I popped her cherry in the strawberry Benz
Haahahaha
IMMOBILAIRE, nigga
Dump Gawd!
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