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Мова пісні: Англійська
God Loves Violence |
| Ay, I don’t trust no pig |
| Cops kill a nigga in the streets |
| Then don’t do no bid |
| Oh you, Oh you, tryna keep me safe from Covid? |
| Used to be a poor kid, now the smoke potent |
| Don’t worry what a hoe did, hoe shit |
| Poke her in both ends |
| Most these niggas be rodents |
| Nigga, you bogus! |
| Pocket full of posies, nigga is roses |
| Niggas want contact, niggas want protest |
| I don’t want no peace |
| Niggas my sons, but I gotta be a good dad |
| I don’t want no beef |
| I don’t owe a nigga shiiiiit! |
| Not, not a crumb |
| I bet these fuck ass niggas want me to bite my tongue |
| They don’t like what I say |
| Want me to un-sing these songs I sung |
| But you can’t take back them bullets them police put in your son |
| Take it how it come, yeah |
| Eyy bitch |
| It’s Murd n' Mercy |
| She slurp, then burp me |
| Make her twerk for me then |
| Smoking that bluegrass |
| That’s perfect |
| Yeah I preach, but bitch don’t church me |
| Yall don’t be hanging with nooo hooooes |
| Yall like Bert and Ernie |
| Bitch you a bird, bitch be chirpin |
| Bet she gon perch, whenever I’m sturdy |
| Give her some ?, give her some Burt’s Bees |
| When she around rappers, she get real flirty |
| Bitch, how you 20 think you the shit? |
| Prolly be mad by 26 |
| Burnt out by 31 |
| Single with 30 sons |
| She think Ima take her to brunch? |
| Shit, I just need to hit it once |
| She wanna fly Virgin, I put her on Spirit |
| She catching the holy ghost soon as I hit it |
| BOW! |
| God Loves Violence |
| And bitches hate silence |
| The rich hate riots |
| But niggas ain’t compliant |
| I find it odd as I’m smoking on a hybrid |
| Okay you a mogul, what’s a dollar to a titan? |
| If hers a plane, I’m a pilot |
| I said, sometimes I’m a bed shaker |
| Sometimes I’m a bread maker |
| Don’t doubt your intelligence |
| Cuz these niggas uneducated |
| How do you sleep after all of them artists you fucked over? |
| Usually the nigga who robbed you |
| Be somebody who know you |
| From your own hood! |
| Or your family maybe |
| Hating behind your back |
| But in your face, they be animated, like |
| Ugh, Bobby go tough |
| Ugh, I got the stuff |
| Ugh, call out your bluff |
| Can’t hold me down |
| Cuz, as is below, so is above |
| Fuck off her makeup, I’m making her blush |
| Hahaha, Eyy |
| Some cows graze in the grass |
| I just smoke the grass |
| She too young to hit |
| I don’t want her ass |
| I’m going to pass |
| Haha, holdup |
| Call me, call me Kamia |
| From Columbia |
| Eastside mafia |
| I was rocking furs |
| Michael Tyson Drugs |
| Bite her ear Van Gogh |
| Ghetto Dracula |
| Cocaine on my tongue |