God Is Perfect (Explicit)
Freddie Gibbs"God Is Perfect (Explicit)" is a song by Freddie Gibbs, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 83 lines and 681 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
0:00作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
0:01Aight, check it out
0:04Uh, gang, gang
0:09Yeah, will it ever be the same?
0:12Uh, Big Fivo, yeah
0:12Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
0:22It's here (Uh)
0:26Yeah
0:24(One, two) Yeah, yeah
0:25(Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah
0:24Kane train baby
0:24(One, two, new flow, check it out)
0:32Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
0:34Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
0:39All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
0:40Take some measures out the brick
0:37We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
0:44Slippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
0:49Top-notch b*tches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
0:44Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin'
0:47Take some measures out the brick
0:54We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
0:52I didn't want to speak on this sh*t but it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
1:02'Cause really I f*ck with this rap but my n*ggas still sellin' c*caine now (Huh, yeah)
1:03Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherf*ckin' case now (Yeah)
1:05A n*gga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
1:04Big sticks longer'n a b*tch, golfball holes in this sh*t
1:07Big Fen ball in this b*tch
1:13'Cause with Willy brother all in the six
1:11Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
1:18When I hit him, left his draws full of sh*t
1:14N*ggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
1:20But I'll be so proud to put the d*pe down
1:17For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
1:22Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
1:24All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
1:28Take some measures out the brick
1:34We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
1:31Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
1:38Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
1:39All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
1:44Take some measures out the brick
1:41We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
1:46Gangland sh*t
1:45F*ck around, get gangland hit
1:51I'ma catch a little b*tch while he's chillin' with his clique
1:52N*gga where the whole gang at, b*tch?
1:47Where the watch and the chain at, b*tch?
1:52Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that b*tch
1:50I was f*ckin' in the A, for like four days straight
1:58But a n*gga never claim that b*tch
1:55I be talkin' that sh*t like I'm bulletproof
1:54F*ck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through
1:59I be f*ckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
1:59Man, this sh*t get political
2:03Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
2:01Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
2:08Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
2:10Man, this sh*t get political
2:12Rock it up then blade that sh*t
2:10Dog food n*gga slang that sh*t
2:15N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
2:15Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t
2:11N*gga might get gangland hit
2:18East side sang that sh*t
2:15N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
2:23Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t
2:19F*ck n*gga
2:25Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
2:28Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
2:29All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
2:33Take some measures out the brick
2:30We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
2:37Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
2:36Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
2:44All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
2:40Take some measures out the brick
2:48We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
2:45Yo, I would like to say, you know?
2:55My man Kane smoked him, you know?
2:50But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
2:56Don't use somebody else for sh*t
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Yeah, will it ever be the same? Uh, Big Fivo, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) It's here (Uh) Yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah (Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah Kane train baby (One, two, new flow, check it out) Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Slippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch b*tches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir I didn't want to speak on this sh*t but it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I f*ck with this rap but my n*ggas still sellin' c*caine now (Huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherf*ckin' case now (Yeah) A n*gga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks longer'n a b*tch, golfball holes in this sh*t Big Fen ball in this b*tch 'Cause with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of sh*t N*ggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the d*pe down For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Gangland sh*t F*ck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little b*tch while he's chillin' with his clique N*gga where the whole gang at, b*tch? Where the watch and the chain at, b*tch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that b*tch I was f*ckin' in the A, for like four days straight But a n*gga never claim that b*tch I be talkin' that sh*t like I'm bulletproof F*ck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through I be f*ckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this sh*t get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this sh*t get political Rock it up then blade that sh*t Dog food n*gga slang that sh*t N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t N*gga might get gangland hit East side sang that sh*t N*ggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the b*tch couldn't aim that sh*t F*ck n*gga Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Yo, I would like to say, you know? My man Kane smoked him, you know? But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody Don't use somebody else for sh*t
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