Fred The Godson - She Call Me God 2 Lyrics
[Verse 1:]Girl nombre unoLike the fat sumoLike the way I rap, you knowPapi chuloSo *****y, you know meBlack shades like Cool Mo DI move OT '03Seen TODI Get mine, CODShe owe meShe wanna pay backGet Camcorded and played backGrand vans, no MaybachsI'm hoodShe love my gangster whipWhite tee and a handkerchiefWipe your shitSwallow, I guess she like the d...But she choke, guess she like the KnicksIt's no DengI leave chicks like Ewing, knees hurt with no ringNo commitmentMiss Miss SubmissionI'm Mister Mint ConditionListen...[Hook:]First and second tonightShe call me god y'allFirst and second tonightShe call me god[Verse 2:]Girl 2I met her in a Hummer TwoShe was stuntin', it was summer tooI'm coming through like mid-AugustGrillin' on the left wrist, guess the kid flossesCome here, get inLook it's like hell in this FahrenheitShe got open by the smell of my FahrenheitTruck high, real high, fan heightShe lookin' nervous. What ma? You scared of heights?Well the Benz on reservationTruck 10 feet, rims was regulationM6 the drop for ventilationEvery whip black, we looking like Rhythm NationI'm a ghetto boy, Willy DMixed with the lost swag of Billy DHer pops had a run in the 80's, Sheila EKrush Groove, she got a crush, she feeling me[Hook:]Girl 3, conversation like girl 6I'm on the other line like "oh shit, come quick"I don't care where we at, I'mma beat itSome say I'm too fat to be conceitedWell, my life's not averageI flow so right and my wife's a bad *****So for me to scoop all I need is some Barry and The Best of LutherInvest in your futureEnjoy the good foodFred The God, he a good dudeIn any good mood guap ready cake he reachingThen cop heavy like out of shape policemanHis and hers, your kids can splurge alsoGordo, is for sure doeCome here mama, Fred is good, I'll make you moanYo Vinny Idle, take the song
