Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Body, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
God Body |
| Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo |
| Miller convo, high with the sheek, Khalifa condo |
| Watchin Rondo, Boston George |
| On a cross with they closed caskets, before they open doors |
| I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up |
| I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors, that’s how I get my checkup |
| Tables turnin, pots burnin |
| I don’t hear them niggas talkin, Def squad, Eric Sermon |
| EPMD, got E, P’s and D |
| Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature |
| Shout to Harry, military |
| Nigga mind with a military grind, that’s necessary |
| That’s my nigga Chinx, icy watch, niggas blink |
| Throw the mink in the fire like my nigga Frank |
| Upper echelon, doin shit you never on |
| Coke Boy til my last breath… Gone |
| Sicillian, said dealer dons penmanship |
| Dark sentences, couldn’t ride, got denied membership, auto Benedict |
| White Benzes’s, 5% shit |
| Kick open them doors and bring yo niggas in, G citizen |
| Front lawn like five dealerships, God feelin shit |
| Life’s a puzzle, wise niggas die, try finish it |
| Died as a glorious king, most benevolent |
| Delegate the business with my fellowship, Queens resident |
| Never hesitant, seems evident |
| DEA couldn’t build a case without the evidence |
| Shot work like a sensi, tu comprende? |
| Motion picture shit, fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta |
| You gain the world then it’s all yours |
| We stash money in the floor boards, numbers on them snow boards |
| Plenty accolades, more wars |
| Made it out the slums where yo closest niggas clap, no applause |
| Coke Boys still be on, cus Siglier boomin, it’s Young Vito Corleone |