Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gods Honest , by - Bodega Bamz. Release date: 13.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gods Honest |
| I’m from New York City my nigga, I’m never overdoin' it |
| Thinkin' till I make it I’m too real for all that stupid shit |
| Murder music I’m provin' enough to make this lead fly |
| Jiggy like I’m mason and witty like I’m from Bed-Stuy (Biggie) |
| R.I.P. |
| but I’m a tanboy, took a camera crew with me to see me hand to hand boy |
| Sitcom I’m a stand boy, pay that commissary get my people out that can boy |
| Fuck a retweet and a favorite |
| Drink that Henny slow 'cause every sip I gotta savor it |
| Flyin' South for the winter, Atlanta, Decatur |
| Fuck True Religion I’m the savior, curly hair with the razor |
| In the morning say a prayer «God forgive» |
| But I’m not him, and I got bills, and I got kids to look after |
| This ain’t no reggaeton, I’m a Latin rapper |
| If I could take your life away then I could dig the hole after |