Charles Laney - On God Lyrics
Verse 1:We don't think, you even get itObviously, you ain't wit itWhile you're Reachin for your phantom hitI'm sendin' you an ambulanceDont stop, don't stop noCan't drop, can't drop no,Like an olympic diver,I will never body flop tho& I'm good got the heavy handYour man a lame, he dont stand a chancePeople came here to see you dancinnn,On me girl, take a stanceCause I take off the bras & panties?Take off the bras & pantiesTake off the bras & pantiesMan I know feminists can't stand me[cant stand me,(I Cant stand Youu)Ima make that ***** pop like I planned toShe cant stand me,(I Cant stand Youu)But she make that ***** pop like she planned to]I'ma make that pop pop like I planned toMake that ***** pop like sheMake that ***** pop like IMake that ***** pop like she planned toMake that ***** pop like I planned toChorusVerse 2:Best player in the game, you can't defendSharks no life guard, welcome to the deep endPeter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,Doing the impossible, competition mockableLaughing my way to the bank, Manny pacioMight hit the vacay spot...Critisim can't make us stopMight get lucky, baby take a shotRichoche, that ass baby, don't you stopAnything your doin I can make it HotSlow motion with me, the matrix, brrBack the ***** up, body gaurd godzillaMovie theater flow, I Michael jackson thrill herWhen I beat it up, I beat it up all night thoughBeat it up beat it up beat it upBird comin' from the air to your underwearEven in your hair, I'm so everywhereHow did that get there?Bird comin' from the air to your underwearEven in your hair, I'm so everywhereHow did that get there?Peter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,Peter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,ChorusVerse 3Replayin here we go again, syrup sippin villianRollin up Napoleon, I'm climbin up the hill again(speakers) knockin like Jahovas man, you rockin like you know this manRestock hit the block, baby I'm alive againAint no *****in stranger, hit the street w/ bangersShe had her tounge out, doubled up, middle fingersHeard she *****ed a sanger, & he dont even claim her& I aint never seen her, word to jerry springerChorus:Outro Skit:To the haters: I aint never date herI been in the game told you niggas I'm a playerMy nigga I'm lyin', her head game was fryingOff the chain dome, made a nigga phone domeOff the chain dome, for a dog off the leashOff the chain dome, dime piece rest in peaceOff the chain dome, hall of fame dome, fame domeShe had a nigga thinkin' his whole brain gone, I'm gone!
