Letra de Mystery God
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Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Gold chains and freak hoes go both ways
Blow you away, leave you smoked with no brain
It's a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing (Yo)
Home on the range, champagne Range
The rain, it came to jam the lane
Got hair in the drain, clean the damn sink with a snake (Uh)
Gotta think with your brain just to get paid
Quit listenin’ what your dick say, it's the quickest way, fixate
Niggas got shit twisted like a French braid
My Cartier trinket tray littered with rings and tennis chains
I'm in this, I’m pimpin' the game
For real, these niggas bitch-made renegades (Facts)
This is your fate when you separate the pin from the grenade (Woo)
Only if she trained, she can hit the blade
Can't be two-faced, Nicholas Cage
Nickel-plated stick for the prey (Uh)
You gotta be religious to pray
May God be with us today
God, please (God, please)
Lord (Lord), watch over me (Please)
I'm here on folded knee (Uh)
The chocolate-faced Rollie, I call it cocoa tea
Used to move the coco, we took it OT
The theme music was ODB
Stole niggas' trophies since OPP (Uh)
Throw the peace (Throw the peace)
The heat was broken in three, chipped like a smoker's teeth (Woo)
This shit ain't strip poker, but foes is booked for they coats and jeans
Everything from low to cold feet, roll the tree (Roll the tree, uh, roll the tree)
Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Gold chains and freak hoes go both ways
Blow you away, leave you smoked with no brain
It's a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Gold chains and freak hoes go both ways
Blow you away, we leave you smoked with no brain
It’s a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
I should be doing my own thing
Should be doing my own thing
It’s a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
Who taught you?
Who taught me?
Mhm
God
It just— it just happened?
Yeah, through trial and error and hard times and, and being motivated by people, you know?
That make you do things you don't think you can do
Blow you away, leave you smoked with no brain
It's a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing (Yo)
Home on the range, champagne Range
The rain, it came to jam the lane
Got hair in the drain, clean the damn sink with a snake (Uh)
Gotta think with your brain just to get paid
Quit listenin’ what your dick say, it's the quickest way, fixate
Niggas got shit twisted like a French braid
My Cartier trinket tray littered with rings and tennis chains
I'm in this, I’m pimpin' the game
For real, these niggas bitch-made renegades (Facts)
This is your fate when you separate the pin from the grenade (Woo)
Only if she trained, she can hit the blade
Can't be two-faced, Nicholas Cage
Nickel-plated stick for the prey (Uh)
You gotta be religious to pray
May God be with us today
God, please (God, please)
Lord (Lord), watch over me (Please)
I'm here on folded knee (Uh)
The chocolate-faced Rollie, I call it cocoa tea
Used to move the coco, we took it OT
The theme music was ODB
Stole niggas' trophies since OPP (Uh)
Throw the peace (Throw the peace)
The heat was broken in three, chipped like a smoker's teeth (Woo)
This shit ain't strip poker, but foes is booked for they coats and jeans
Everything from low to cold feet, roll the tree (Roll the tree, uh, roll the tree)
Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Gold chains and freak hoes go both ways
Blow you away, leave you smoked with no brain
It's a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
Twelve-gauges, C-notes, and cocaine
Gold chains and freak hoes go both ways
Blow you away, we leave you smoked with no brain
It’s a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
I should be doing my own thing
Should be doing my own thing
It’s a no-brainer, I should be doing my own thing
Who taught you?
Who taught me?
Mhm
God
It just— it just happened?
Yeah, through trial and error and hard times and, and being motivated by people, you know?
That make you do things you don't think you can do
