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New God Flow.1

アーティスト:Pusha T 

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Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D I believe there's a God above me I'm just the God of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," fuck everything else Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the Yay' as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper, matched with a cold killer I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck) (Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us) Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!) (But since you over do it, I'mma pour more) Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!) Shake that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah nigga!) Come and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah) Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!) Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!) Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow niggas!) Come and have a good time with G.O.D Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe Claim they five stars but sell you dreams They say death multiplies by threes Line them all up and let's just see Fuck em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye! I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo!) (Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!) (Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!) Im ballin', Amar'e A nick' sold in the park then I want in What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?) What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha!) What's a brick from an outta-town nigga When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!) Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know I'm living three dreams, Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw man, you sold your soul Naw man, mad people was frontin' Aw man, made something from nothing Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true


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