New God Flow.1

M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man

But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams,

Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's

'Cause we can't get along, no resolution

'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aw man, you sold your soul

Naw man, mad people was frontin'

Aw man, made something from nothing

Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like there the god go in his Murcielago

From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

In Jesus' name, let the choir say

"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say

And we'll annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D

Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94

I don't know what I, I don't know what you're talkin' bout

And my eagle, still got it all in the bag, B

All you did was play possum

Yo, come on

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub

Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut

With soap suds on the Mac-11

My big lion haven't ate since twelve

And it's after seven

We feed the nigga like forty chickens

His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim

Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on

Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon

I got soccer moms paying for cock

Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' their wok

Coming with flows that's toxic

Deadly fumes when I'm in the room

Repercussions occur when you try and snitch

Red light, green light

One, two, three

Look mean, got my machine

Cried and hit you, please

Say shake that body, scar up that body

Should I kill him now Ton'? I said probably

Side bets, I form better

Bust hammers with pot holders

And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather

I'm not bow-legged but old school like red fox

My favorite colour in my hustle days was red tops

My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock

Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots

Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees

You can have a good time with G.O.D

Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)

Shake that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)

Shake that body, party that body (Yeah nigga!)

Come and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah)

Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!)

Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!)

Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!)

Come and have a good time with G.O.D

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