LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeON GOD (Feat. Young Thug)
(DY Krazy)Bringin' you new ChanelsDon't look at the tag, babyI bought her assBest believe that I'm gon' tap, babyI drive in a Jag', crazyI crash that bitch, dailyHad to upgrade to a MercedesI'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in my 'Vette (On God)I drive it real fast, baby (On God)Mercedes Benz (On God)I'm in my bag, baby (On God)I'm in first-class, baby (On God)You in last, baby (On God)I'm a 90s babyBut I cook that shit from the 80s (On God)Hard top Mercedes (On God)I'm ridin' that drop Mercedes (On God)Fuck all your opps, don't save 'em (That's on God)Just let that AK re-arrange 'em (That's on God)Fuck on the opp nigga bitch on the daily (On God)Ball on the bitch, Tracy McGrady (That's on God)Throw b's up for the brazy (On God)I put the K in krazy (On God)I'm with no limit, that's on the daily (On God)That chopper tear 'em like pages (On God)Headshot leave your face lookin' crazy (On God)Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh (On God, on God, on God)I got four pockets with lettuceWe 'bout to show 'em who the best isI need an ambulance up in the nosebleedI designed that lil body, she a trophyAnd she do it like Simon sayI'm 'bout to buy her the AllstateI'ma fill up this bitch with some MargielaCome away with your bitch, she a BarbieBringin' you new ChanelsDon't look at the tag, babyI bought her assBest believe that I'm gon' tap, babyI drive in a Jag', crazyI crash that bitch, dailyHad to upgrade to a MercedesI'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in my 'Vette (On God)I drive it real fast, baby (On God)Mercedes Benz (On God)I'm in my bag, baby (On God)I'm not God, baby (On God)I don't forgive, baby (On God)My niggas in your crib, baby (On God)They go real brazy (That's on God)I'ma pull up in the latest (On God)Matte-black, you know that I painted it (On God)New millennium, totin' the stainless (On God)Got a red-beam for long ranges (On God, on God, on God)I got savage ways (On God)I got plenty babes (That's on God)I got me those twins (No cap, on God)I'm gon' bring them back (No cap, on God)Yeah (Uh)The way that you lied to me is too fugazi (On God)No magazines, just fade awayI'm in Japan with the Asian persuasionBitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bathin'Gucci robes like MasonsFuck her in the Bathing Ape apronMy bitch foreign, I don't know where she fromI ain't tryna be racistI don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist, uhGot my dick sucked by a soul-takerI told her I just want the topYour clothes don't even take it offI'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' offI'm Fast and Furious on you hoesUnlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieved my goalsI'm 'bout to rideI add her name in my tatsI'm too glittery to ever disguiseI get fed up and fuck her and I rideYeah, I ain't gotta tryI done pulled her panties to the sideGot four cars in one shopI got even more for my wifeYeah, yeah, yeah, this on God, ahThis on God, ahYeah, yeah, yeah, that's on God, woahYeah, yeah, that's on God, that's on God, that's on GodThat's on God, that's onBringin' you new ChanelsDon't look at the tag, babyI bought her assBest believe that I'm gon' tap, babyI drive in a Jag', crazyI crash that bitch, dailyHad to upgrade to a MercedesI'm in that bag, baby (Yeah)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in that bag, baby (On God)I'm in my 'Vette (On God)I drive it real fast, baby (On God)Mercedes Benz (On God)I'm in my bag, baby (On God)
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