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Griselda FLYGOD Ayo, Prada nylons on, don't speak to God unless you speakin' life Shootin' shit up but couldn't read or write (Brrt) Casablanca silks with the kilt (Ah) Wore his conehead backwards, cut the eyes out, left his shit tilt (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Meanwhile, I'm back of a Cullinan, Buckingham One hand shootin', I steered the M with the other hand (Skrrt) Remember no one is big enough to go alone Ayo, strive for blessings, four pounds in Vivienne West's (Ah) Project stoves definin' my essence They praisin' my presencе, doors up on the Teslas Fiends fallin' out, sayin' FLYGOD is thеy shepherd I had the best fiends drive in from Canmore (Ah) I buy an S, you buy an S, switch the colors, have Benz wars Remember no one is big enough to go alone Karate with the stars, nigga Got my feet kicked up that far, nigga Black belt, Balenciaga jeans, yeah, it's soft denim Got the bulge in 'em, that's all cheese, Sargento Got the new spot, glass house, that's all windows SongtexteI be starin' out 'em all day lookin' for God's signals Starin' out into my driveway at the different car symbols All big bodies with soft guts like scar tissue These funny cats'll Garfield you I just let this chopper ring, won't even phone bill you Long money, long magazine, long pistol These Celine tall Timbs is mean, short temper Ah yes, money talk givin' niggas little man complex Four finger rings will limit hand to hand contact Tunechi 3K, three bad bitches with me, booty beefcake My homie in the back masked up like lucha libre (Baow), uh All black nina, call her dark and lovely Feds took my gold one, I cried like they took my daughter from me You don't know the half of it, bullets givin' c-sections Split niggas in half for me, on codeine, I'm a crash dummy Big dog, get swallowed down to my last puppy I could make your Kim, Kourtney, Khloe do the dash for me Young Money, Cash Money, uh, blast for me Throw some money on the dancer, make some money dance for me Mula Aus Songtexte Mania