letra de talk to god - lifelessgarments
(paris)
[chrous]
yeah
yeah
yeah
huh
i get it
i get it
i get it
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh
huh
load up the paper
i’m touching that paper
i spit it
i spit it
huh
huh
how the f-ck i get this paper?
you would’ve thought that sh-t was my homework
you better talk to god, lil b-tch don’t talk to me
i treat it like exercise, i’m counting h-lla breesh
i gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense
i’m with with some savages, they know i’m ’round here [?]
i got weight baby, got weight baby, got fish scale
i got designer on me baby, yeah this ysl
i gеt clean and i get fresh, babе i’m fly as h-ll
i got a bad b-tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
i put the [?] down on my t–th
they say the young n-ggas smoking tree
i gotta trash bag full of weed
young n-gga pass past that b-tch, i know she faithful to the streets
fly in a pj off of ecstasy, i got cases full of breesh
[verse]
i gotta see it baby don’t talk it, show you faithful to the team
i went and go get it
i got me a million
i got the f-ck out of my feelings
i got me some extra
i got the set up
n-gga don’t cap ’bout living
we got these b-tches feening ’cause a young n-gga chasing the ceiling b-tch
all that fake sh-t, you gotta put that sh-t to rest
huh, yeah
all that hating sh-t, just leave that sh-t where it’s at
huh, yeah
got all this paper in front of me like i’m doing a test
huh, yeah
had the b-tch one time in her [?]
huh, yeah
i confess, i’m addicted to these checks
applying pressure
i could never be a pastor
’cause a young n-gga carry tec’s
i feel like a god, that’s so accurate
’cause i’m him and i’m the best
i took a broke b-tch out of debt
’cause i’m rich like [?]
i told ’em it’s molly, like professional
this b-tch off a molly, getting s-xual
i’m in a conversation with the teller
i got a lot of these decimals
raining cash on my umbrella
she pulled up to me my house
i was throwing checks, she thought it was a festival
i done turned her out, obsessional
huh, yeah
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh, yeah, huh
these n-ggas some traders, these b-tches some traders
don’t get it
huh, yeah, huh
i’m taking her out the streets like i’m her savior
i gave her the label
huh, huh, huh
(paris)
[chrous]
yeah
yeah
yeah
huh
i get it
i get it
i get it
i swim in that paper, and paper
i get it
i get it
huh
huh
load up the paper
i’m touching that paper
i spit it
i spit it
huh
huh
how the f-ck i get this paper?
you would’ve thought that sh-t was my homework
you better talk to god, lil b-tch don’t talk to me
i treat it like exercise, i’m counting h-lla breesh
i gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense
i’m with with some savages, they know i’m ’round here [?]
i got weight baby, got weight baby, got fish scale
i got designer on me baby, yeah this ysl
i get clean and i get fresh, babe i’m fly as h-ll
i got a bad b-tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
i put the [?] down on my t–th
they say the young n-ggas smoking tree
i gotta trash bag full of weed
young n-gga pass past that b-tch, i know she faithful to the streets
fly in a pj off of ecstasy, i got cases full of breesh
yeah, yeah
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