G.O.D Almighty - Buh How You Mean (feat. RealMrCarty)

These man them say that G.O.D ain't getting rich
Buh how you mean
These man dem mad cuz G.O.D done fucked they bitch
Buh how you mean
This ain't no game you know these youngins keep a switch
Buh how you mean
Them fingers itch, they feening for a hit
Buh how you mean
Don't chill with suckers but these youngings bussin licks
Buh how you mean
They keep a hammer and they too legit to quit
Buh how you mean
My bitch a dike so you know that she keep a stick
Buh how you mean
She too equipped, St Maarten lunatics
Buh how you mean
I can never get enough, you niggas be popping E
I'm really like double you, watch my skirt off in the V
I kick it with all my dogs, G.O.D is The OG's
And we'll never see an end, breaking news is for police
I don't believe in faith look what that shit done did to big and pac
Ain't beefing with no lames, theh broke and try to trick me out my spot
Them bitches always on my phone they quick to blow when you get hot
Before I trick out on a bitch, I rather let my money rot
For now I make my money work and stack this paper with my team
80K inside of stocks and 20K inside my jeans
My fam is good my gang is good and they get anything they need
So if you hustle and you rap, you can't be broke dawg
Buh how you mean
These man them say that G.O.D ain't getting rich
Buh how you mean
These man dem mad cuz G.O.D done fucked they bitch
Buh how you mean
This ain't no game you know these youngins keep a switch
Buh how you mean
Them fingers itch, they feening for a hit
Buh how you mean
Don't chill with suckers but these youngings bussin licks
Buh how you mean
They keep a hammer and they too legit to quit
Buh how you mean
My bitch a dike so you know that she keep a stick
Buh how you mean
She too equipped, St Maarten lunatics
Buh how you mean
Buh how mean, no time to sleep
Man them hate they is talk cheap
Overseas still conquering
We all in G.O.D
These man them weak no fear in me
our ties runs deep
Catch me back home with a freak
like yeah yeah
Driving while she sucks me off
Y'all could look all yall wan
Touch one of mines then you gone
Too much rookies think they on
Roll a fatty like tha pussy
Pussy man them best not push me
we done came up staying flame up
Dont get hit for tripping
Y'all still fighting over bitches
My circle getting rich
Buh how i cant give in
If you know me i stay winning
And we stay, we stay winning
And we stay winning

Written by:
Hakim Jeffrey, Jonathan Carty

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