Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Hour, artist - Vado.
Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Hour |
Bank Sinatra |
Yo, was taught a good lesson when I peep vision |
Had to change my profession every week’s different |
Different measures make a week business |
Cry my confession as the priest listen |
I done a lot, moved a lot of thangs |
Didn’t get what I expect, but it was not a thang |
I just wanted my respect and then it probably came |
Was introduced to that connect and now I got a lane |
Front of the whole block on the whole block |
Niggas balling but tricking them like the globe trots |
Bout 90k for this royal oak yellow gold watch |
I’m moving yay everyday and wave to patrol cops, hi |
Cold shop, but get your sell on |
Go to the crib for a minute, but keep your cell on |
Hundred grams on the table, will keep your scale on |
Make sure you shoot em it’s fatal or you’ll be well gone! |
Remember who your friends and associates |
Before you ride out you better know who you rollin with |
Everybody play the game, but who controlling it |
Tnt patrolling it, the streets all hold in it |
I’ma show you how the slime move |
Cartier chest box, i can time choose |
25 hunned on designer shoes |
Going broke, mission impossible, Tom Cruise |
22's on that Bent Truck, .22 and that’s been tucked |
Cost 22 for that brick cut, got 22 on my mens up |
Yeah we cool but I’ve been fucked |
Old news, man I old school, Liberace look at my gold jewels |
Far from broke but hold tools |
So don’t move, black glove and that 9 oh |
Get hit with that rhino, let mind go, you be a whino |
Laid out, I’m in grind mode, don’t worry bout what I sign for |
My jewelry box like a time show |
Bout a hundred rocks on my time show |
Young Shyne Poe, bad boy in this gang land |
We in all just to maintain, I’m chiefing hard like bang bang |
When in your car, that game change |
Hoppin out of that maybach, I push buttons like playbacks |
Wrist Rocky get A$AP |
Take that, take that |
Never like that fake shit, that bitch shit, that snake shit |
I’m rich bitch and I’m wasted |
Big fifs on them laces, big wrist and them bracelets |
All in your grill with no braces |
I’m who they feel so embrace it |
Remember who your friends and associates |
Before you ride out you better know who you rollin with |
Everybody play the game, but who controlling it |
Tnt patrolling it, the streets all hold in it |
I’ma show you how the slime move |
Cartier chest box, i can time choose |
25 hunned on designer shoes |
Going broke, mission impossible, Tom Cruise |
I don’t know how to chill, I got a deal, crills to eat |
Squeezed a lot of steel, I gotta feel, bill for beef |
Learned a lot from block murderers that killed the streets |
You ain’t ready to batter pitch, play the field at least, play ball |
It’s real, my peeps see me back in the strip |
He pulled up laughing like see you back on your shit |
I’m like how I’ma bubble with its either rapping or this |
He told me he gotta hustle that’s just a slap on the wrist |
I hear you |
He put me under the check game |
Started busting 55's, hope every check bang |
Once I got it live, dope and the wet came |
Connects came, I paid them all with correct change |
It’s morals, values and principles |
The more you value the principles |
Cause more value is principled |
If you gonna kill em, turn up the volume and give em two |
Remember who your friends and associates |
Before you ride out you better know who you rollin with |
Everybody play the game, but who controlling it |
Tnt patrolling it, the streets all hold in it |
I’ma show you how the slime move |
Cartier chest box, i can time choose |
25 hunned on designer shoes |
Going broke, mission impossible, Tom Cruise |