Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On God , by - Brianna Perry. Release date: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On God |
| Yeah yeah |
| BP |
| On God |
| Ayy, I prayed for this, man |
| 650 Benz in the back, yeah, on God |
| Burnin' through the bands, nigga, that part, on God |
| Richard Mille, clear face, new shit, put that on God |
| Party right here, nigga, blue strip, that on God |
| Got the pot jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| Jumpin', jumpin', Kyrie with the pot, bitch |
| Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| You ain’t gotta wait, you can hate right now |
| Blow a whole bag in your face right now |
| Catfish money, need a printer |
| Couple shooters with me in a Sprinter |
| Chanel or Céline my dilemma |
| Fuck a nigga, on my Kylie Jenner |
| Bustin' 12 o’clocks on the back street |
| Runnin' through the paper like at track meet |
| And a black puppy in the backseat |
| Might give the pussy to an athlete |
| Please don’t offend me, beef turn to envy |
| Never had nothin' I blew 'fore this Bentley |
| So do not tempt me, brand new Givenchy |
| Bust on his face like Monica Lewinsky, woo |
| Dukes of Hazzard, hoppin' out the coupe |
| Nasty as I wanna be, I feel like Uncle Luke |
| Surf in my pool, bitch, pay your dues |
| Fuck up your red carpet in these Jimmy Choos |
| 650 Benz in the back, yeah, on God |
| Burnin' through the bands, nigga, that part, on God |
| Richard Mille, clear face, new shit, put that on God |
| Party right here, nigga, blue strip, that on God |
| Got the pot jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| Jumpin', jumpin', Kyrie with the pot, bitch |
| Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| You ain’t gotta wait, you can hate right now |
| Blow a whole bag in your face right now |
| Swagger Viagra, go hard on these niggas |
| Run through your paper like I’m Robin Givens |
| Told you get money but you hoes don’t listen |
| AMBER Alert 'cause my roof came up missin' |
| Cookin' that work, me no play in the kitchen |
| Lookin' like I’m Rachel Ray in that kitchen |
| Never let broke hoes fuck up your position |
| I had to learn that from Khloe and Tristan |
| Likes in my DM out to Cabo |
| Head game got him suicidal, ayy |
| Black and white Lambo, gelato, ayy |
| Gucci prints all on my Bible, ayy |
| Fuck up your mood, step on the blues |
| Dance with the money like I’m Victor Cruz |
| Cup spilleth over with the D’usse, ayy |
| In the Rolls-Royce spillin' Kool-Aid, ayy |
| 650 Benz in the back, yeah, on God |
| Burnin' through the bands, nigga, that part, on God |
| Richard Mille, clear face, new shit, put that on God |
| Party right here, nigga, blue strip, that on God |
| Got the pot jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| Jumpin', jumpin', Kyrie with the pot, bitch |
| Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin' |
| You ain’t gotta wait, you can hate right now |
| Blow a whole bag in your face right now |