Thank You Bless You Lyrics

Yeah, woah, huh, huh

Yeah, woah, huh, huh

Hey

Woah, huh, huh

Yeah, woah, huh, huh

Yeah, woah, huh, huh

Yeah, woah, huh, huh

Aye

I been on my job, huh

Thank you bless you God, uh

Go hard with the squad, uh

Thank you bless you God, uh

Solving all my problems

Thank you bless you God, uh

Ls up that's the mob, uh

Thank you bless you God, uh

I cannot façade, uh

That'll mess up my noggin

I stay out of Dodge, uh

Smoke out the garage, woah

Hanging out with someone little BM getting a massage, uh

I was just trying to get off up in that box and she was on all my rod, uh

These little boys be odd, uh

That's when you got to get even, uh

For the ones who ain't believe him, huh

Laughing while look at them grieving, uh

And I know shooters that'll shoot your calves because they stay right around Cleveland, huh

Order that problem off the door dash

It be at your door this evening, yeah

If I don't like you we ain't speaking, huh

I stay aways from them leches, uh

I keep away from them demons

Click, clack, bow, bow, steaming

Grind hard like I got me a little kid trying to get my child blinging

And I don't know the definition of life because I don't live the regular meaning , uh

Not living by the rules when I'm finna buy the schools

We ain't have nothing little homie like how we gone build up something cant buy the tools

So many fronted on me, told me I wouldn't never be nothing, I refused

Boy put a star on that brick with these cocaine bars imma blow like I'm the fuse

Bros on go when the green light snooze

Got god in my veins like how could I lose?

You'd see that too if you change yo mood

If you change yo view, boy you ain't in tune

You don't want a contact, get out the room

I'm smoking on bomb, Iraq fumes

How I see it I'm smoking on nature, I'm smoking on something that god would use

Diamond in the rough, surrounded by gold

Sitting on the sun the world get cold

Been a cannon since like 8 years old

Not a tough guy, I'm strong and I'm bold

I can never not stand on my toes

And I ain't never got a reason to fold

Clocked in, I'm forever in mode

He ain't gone never stop spinning the globe

I been on my job, huh

Thank you bless you God, uh

Go hard with the squad, uh

Thank you bless you God, uh

Solving all my problems

Thank you bless you God, uh

Ls up that's the mob, uh

Thank you bless you God, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

Thank you bless you God

Yeah

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