
imma soja, i fuck wit god Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Huh Huh, shi got me gassed up, huh huh
Huh Huh, shi got me gassed up, huh huh
Mask up, tags off, baby at the ball and she dance it down
Handed runtz, this is gonna be my last one, watch it now
Park it, park it, park it right in the parking spot
Marchin Marchin, I'mma a soja, I fuck wit God
Part of me, pardon me, part of me wants a money farm
Harmony, harmony, harmony straight from the bong
Top secret, I burn the law
Is this enough proof for you to start fuckin' with me and God
I already saw your soul, I'll see you after
She wanna go bowl ten pins, so there ain't no batter
We made our own sport in the text messages
Who can go faster
Turn you to a whore, raise your body up like Lazarus
I'm a master kid
Load up the gun with bullets, I'm not afraid of your pastor, bitch
The kids used to come with mullets, now they got trends with sins
It was the motherfuckin' showboat and then I heard out west
Pick up the flow, you on the ground to me
Imagine if he made fun of you laughing at the sea
I gave you all these drinks and you still chose the t
What am I
Eye for an eye, my guy's not a high
Keep it on the L-O-W-E
Got the mob ties, a walkin' walkin' plank
Does that make sense to your mind
If I'm talkin' it's impossible for you to come and spank
Because I got the time
They talkin' bout some war at the end
Bitch, I done created the M-I-N
But I didn't make that S-I-N
He told me about the true story
I said, yes, I'm in
Blue blood, but it's red and gory
Check the bulletproof and tint
You gon' need better recordings
Chirping, chirping
Got a couple woodpeckers flirting
Would it be better if I was the one learning
I'm sorry, this is how it has to be
The world is turning
Look at the stars, they got the pot stirring
In a dream, half of Mars was on fire
I saved it like I'm an urchin
You can only get that end line if you listen to all my
Churches, churches, churches
Burning, burning
What you selling
Perkys, Perkys
Twirling, swirling
In the room, you don't know what the girl did
Hurting, hurting so bad so you gave her a surgeon
I murked him and dropped the flag with all the sand and dust
Find your purpose, bitch
If you fuck with God and feel alive
Then you are a soldier with us