Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On God, artist - Reese Laflare. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On God |
| Zone 6, nigga |
| Pyrex Whippa |
| Pyrex |
| Yo, yo |
| Tell y’all niggas, tell you |
| Outside, outside, nah, for real, nigga, I was out with the juugers (For real) |
| Politickin' with the choppas and the killers, all my niggas clockin' digits |
| Glock 9, thirty on a skater nigga, active with it in the trenches (No kizzy) |
| Nah, for real, I’m the and all my partners on bullshit, 'bout to spin it |
| Real nigga, and somethin' on that |
| I don’t say «What up,» I say «Slatt» |
| I don’t play games, I play racks |
| Serena chains, all that |
| Niggas all cap, ball back |
| Base is |
| Slim dunk, 'Bron James |
| Get the picture, superstar, league favorite |
| Big coupe, smoke Runtz, weed fragrent, got a bad bitch misbehavin' |
| Pockets like lookin' lik Baby 4PF (Woo) |
| And my dancers count money with my right, load the stick with my lft |
| Fucked the bottle dresser, then I left, for real |
| On God |
| Ayy |
| On God |
| Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
| On God |
| Uh |
| On God |
| Lucky Charms over tricks |
| That’s a clever way (On God) for sayin', «Money over bitch» |
| That’s a clever way (On God) for sayin', «Money over bitch» |
| That’s a clever way (On God) for sayin', «Money over bitch» |
| Nah, for real |
| Lucky Charms over tricks |
| That’s a clever way for sayin', «Money over bitch» |
| She want a vacay in Hawaii like we Lilo, like we Stitch (She wanna) |
| She see my wrist (She wanna), she know I’m rich (She wanna), she know I drip |
| Louis sent the looks, I sent them back, like, «Send another one» |
| My bitch agree with me, she’s so bad, the bitch is troublesome |
| My credit like woo, my money like woo |
| My dick like woo and I’m handsome, like who |
| Could fuck with me? |
| Nobody |
| Yeah, you got the same car but your shit the old body |
| Yeah, I fuck with wild ones but I wife the homebodies |
| Now we takin' a trip to Nobu, dip that fish in the wasabi, eatin' sushi like |
| it’s a hobby (Facts) |
| I ain’t the type to shoot a nigga up |
| But I still got the thirty-round on her |
| And my nigga got the nineteen with the thirty-two |
| That shit’ll make a threat go poof |
| I pledge allegiance to the stick |
| Of the United States of Extended Coast |
| And to the player United States on the sticks |
| Get your head with sticks on God |