
grea8gawd - avant gawd lyrics
[intro: grea8gawd]
yeah
it’s grea8gawd
look, uh
[verse 1: grea8gawd]
winter coat is immaculate
this sh_t cost me seven_thousand cash, no kaepernick (grea8gawd)
the cashmere crimey
the one they ain’t wanna let in the club, he was too grimey
the one that all the thorough chicks wanna sink their t__th in
the clothes you buy to wear to the club, i go to sleep in
the neighbors know my name, it’s a curse if in the deep end
i told you p_ssies that i’m a wolf, i don’t wear sheep skin (you always talkin’ sh_t, gawd)
should i continue?
all you need to had was a bird and you on the menu
like security, i’ll follow to you the venuе
i never liked you sucka ass rappеrs and don’t pretend to (never)
so i’ll be d_mned if i scuff my boot
and go back and forth with a purse_wearin’ rapper that think he cute (no)
i’m diferente, rap’s roberto clemente
my watch face is tiffany, not my sneak’s, comprende?
(you are now listening to gawd brothers)
(g_g_g_gawd brothers)
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, move the crowd like i drew the gat (uh_huh)
few thou’ for the gucci slacks, the shoes is two racks (yeah)
but i ain’t skiin’, hoppin’ out the european
your b_tch trash, i wouldn’t pee on your bm (that b_tch trash)
i been shinin’ like light when it hit three [?]
fiend smoke it out of the soda can, he don’t need stems (uh_uh)
the spot where the bum n_____ at, i never be in (never)
fly n____ wit a attitude, i’m mc ren
addicts is my friends, they get extra if they bring me sales
i let ’em sniff the residue under my fingernails
bring a scale, you n_____’ll never measure up
a rapper that pose in b_tch clothes never next to us (f_ck outta here)
you n_____ weird and your song’s garbage
quit this rap sh_t, we need more workers in the fish market (hahaha)
f_ck your name, you just a big target
no tattoos, i draw on a artist now he dearly departed (bah, bah)
the trench coat gallery dept. (uh_huh)
got a girl i nicknamed dumb b_tch, her head is r_t_rded
god sh_t
[outro: wallo267]
stop f_ckin’ playin’ games and get back to the f_ckin’ basics
and put that f_ckin’ good music out
start talkin’ that sh_t again
and stop worryin’ about all the sh_t outside of the music
the music gotta be good
ain’t n0body gon’ say it, but i’m—
y’all not talkin’ that sh_t no more
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