Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Definition of God , by - Sean Price. Release date: 07.08.2017
Song language: English
Definition of God |
| Yeah |
| Uh |
| Yaooo |
| Sean Price, King Kong in the place |
| Big gun, watch the bullet bing bong in ya face |
| Murdered the bastard, he murders the surgery plastic |
| Face reconstruction when the 8 heating something, uh! |
| Touch you bad when you hit with the hard hawk |
| P! |
| My knuckles drag when the God walk |
| I ain’t old school, I ain’t new school |
| I’m a dropout with the tool that pop out |
| I’m the shit up in my hood |
| I had three wishes; |
| I wish that a nigga would |
| Step to the God, when God step I step on ya squad |
| Imperius Rex the best, definition: The God |
| I swing things hurtin' |
| God body AKA the King James version |
| Playing my shit the same time hating my shit |
| Don’t play at me bitch, I make your bitch play with my dick |
| I’m, the King X Rock; |
| there is none higher |
| Th’fuck rhyme better than me? |
| P, P, P! |
| Nigga, I’m nothin to play with |
| Kneel down, kiss the ring |
| Listen |
| I’m, the King X Rock; |
| there is none higher |
| The fuck rhyme better than me? |
| P, P, P! |
| Nigga, I’m nothin to play with |
| God body, AKA the King James version |
| I used to dispurse raw |
| Behind my mom’s back and she lived on the first floor |
| Heard yours, I hurt your feelings |
| Feelings get hurt, gun burst and earth your ceiling, P! |
| Appetite for destruction |
| Savage life might strike a dyke if you fronting |
| Write something |
| Never polite, ignite the mic slice something |
| Loot for a curl, rappin' at you; |
| you cute for a girl |
| I 'url on you duke, now you be the Duke of the Earl |
| Listen, don’t make dollars that don’t make sense |
| I do make dollars, dumb bars don’t make cents, uh! |
| The education of Sean Price |
| Dedication, the medication and long nights |
| Smokin' the pancake |
| Work on consignment, lot of dope for a handshake |
| I’m, the King X Rock; |
| there is none higher |
| Th’fuck rhyme better than me? |
| P, P, P! |
| Nigga, I’m nothin to play with |
| Kneel down, kiss the ring |
| Listen |
| I’m, the King X Rock; |
| there is none higher |
| Th’fuck rhyme better than me? |
| P, P, P! |
| Nigga, I’m nothin to play with |
| God body, AKA the King James version |
| The crown is mine |
| I’m not your friend dukes |
| Don’t talk to me like that |
| Word… the friend thing? |
| We’re not friends… |
| We’re not friendS |
| Be clear on that… clearly we’re not… |
| The Stephen A Smith voice: |
| Clearly we’re not friends… clearly |
| You being my friend is asinine, ass-a-ten, ass-eleven |