lifelessgarments - talk to god lyrics
(paris)
[chrous]
yeah
yeah
yeah
huh
i get it
i get it
i get it
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh
huh
load up the paper
i’m touching that paper
i spit it
i spit it
huh
huh
how the f_ck i get this paper?
you would’ve thought that sh_t was my homework
you better talk to god, lil b_tch don’t talk to me
i treat it like exercise, i’m counting h_lla breesh
i gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense
i’m with with some savages, they know i’m ’round here [?]
i got weight baby, got weight baby, got fish scale
i got designer on me baby, yeah this ysl
i gеt clean and i get fresh, babе i’m fly as h_ll
i got a bad b_tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
i put the [?] down on my t__th
they say the young n_ggas smoking tree
i gotta trash bag full of weed
young n_gga pass past that b_tch, i know she faithful to the streets
fly in a pj off of ecstasy, i got cases full of breesh
[verse]
i gotta see it baby don’t talk it, show you faithful to the team
i went and go get it
i got me a million
i got the f_ck out of my feelings
i got me some extra
i got the set up
n_gga don’t cap ’bout living
we got these b_tches feening ’cause a young n_gga chasing the ceiling b_tch
all that fake sh_t, you gotta put that sh_t to rest
huh, yeah
all that hating sh_t, just leave that sh_t where it’s at
huh, yeah
got all this paper in front of me like i’m doing a test
huh, yeah
had the b_tch one time in her [?]
huh, yeah
i confess, i’m addicted to these checks
applying pressure
i could never be a pastor
’cause a young n_gga carry tec’s
i feel like a god, that’s so accurate
’cause i’m him and i’m the best
i took a broke b_tch out of debt
’cause i’m rich like [?]
i told ’em it’s molly, like professional
this b_tch off a molly, getting s_xual
i’m in a conversation with the teller
i got a lot of these decimals
raining cash on my umbrella
she pulled up to me my house
i was throwing checks, she thought it was a festival
i done turned her out, obsessional
huh, yeah
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh, yeah, huh
these n_ggas some traders, these b_tches some traders
don’t get it
huh, yeah, huh
i’m taking her out the streets like i’m her savior
i gave her the label
huh, huh, huh
(paris)
[chrous]
yeah
yeah
yeah
huh
i get it
i get it
i get it
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh
huh
load up the paper
i’m touching that paper
i spit it
i spit it
huh
huh
how the f_ck i get this paper?
you would’ve thought that sh_t was my homework
you better talk to god, lil b_tch don’t talk to me
i treat it like exercise, i’m counting h_lla breesh
i gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense
i’m with with some savages, they know i’m ’round here [?]
i got weight baby, got weight baby, got fish scale
i got designer on me baby, yeah this ysl
i get clean and i get fresh, babe i’m fly as h_ll
i got a bad b_tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
i put the [?] down on my t__th
they say the young n_ggas smoking tree
i gotta trash bag full of weed
young n_gga pass past that b_tch, i know she faithful to the streets
fly in a pj off of ecstasy, i got cases full of breesh
yeah, yeah
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