Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Gods Don't Favor You, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song Exalted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
The Gods Don't Favor You |
The gods don’t favor you, they hate me too |
Hate me too |
Hate me too |
But homey, I’mma pray for you |
Pray for you |
Pray for you |
The gods don’t favor you, they hate me too (Write it in blood yo pussy ass |
nigga) |
Hate me too (niggas need to be teaching or something) |
Hate me too (niggas shouldn’t be rapping nigga) |
But homey, I’mma pray for you (them niggas is preaching and shit) |
Pray for you (I dont give a fuck) |
Pray for you (period nigga the shit I rap about I do nigga) |
Fucking with the (ask your bitch) |
Bald head, gold grill like Jack Johnson |
Got so many bars niggas call me black bronson |
Hunter S Thompson |
Gotta hundred hats plus some |
Word to little Nicky, popeye’s chicken’s fucking awesome |
I’m a pharaoh, all these tats are my hieroglyphics |
I’m out in Egypt fucking with these Cairo bitches |
Tutankhamun, robbing niggas for their riches |
With the mask on my face call me Stanley Ipkiss |
You dont like it? |
kill yourself like my dads mistress |
Giving niggas shit like my old wishlist |
If you want it I’m at Jone’s, eating beef briskets |
I ain’t even need a side cause we keep biscuits |
Zeus made me |
Hera hates me |
Fuck Apollo and |
Hades awaits me |
I’m kicking knowledge but I gotta charge a late fee |
Ladies say I’m wavy while I sail the Euphrates |
Self medicated |
In a field meditating |
Cell phone radiation |
Really got me levitating |
Footloose dancing like a coked out Kevin Bacon |
Charge a bitch with kidnaping |
All the dick she taking |
I dont fuck with Satan |
Niggas be manipulating |
I’m a fucking king |
You can quit the stipulating |
Out in france, french bitch told me bonjour |
Flew her back to the states bout the concordes |
If we was on the Titanic, she’d still be on board |
She gives me head banger, rides me like a longboard |
She on all fours, I’mma need a encore |
I’m wearing pea coats and beanies, on my longshore |
It ain’t red and green? |
got that from the wrong store |
If you ain’t even hit youre talking to the wrong whore |
Lone wolf, catch me howling at the moon |
I’ll be bumping Anna Wolf |
Probably chowing down on shrooms |
-Sorry, what was that again? |
-I'm a god |
-You're god? |
-I'm A god, I’m not THE god, I don’t think |
I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, mauled, electrocuted and burned |
-Oh really? |
-Every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender |
I am an immortal |
-Special today is blueberry waffles |