Bright Campa - GOD lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches
And crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeit's
But now I’m counting this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact I'm downing this
D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes
Like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your ass the
World with my pay stub
(Ooh, that pussy good) Ooh, that pussy good
Won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you
Let me do the extras
Pull up on your block
Then break it down: we playing Tetris
AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk
Piss out your per diem, you
Just gotta hate 'em
Funk
(Funk)
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes
Funk
(Funk)
If I quit this season, I
Still be the greatest
Funk
(Funk)
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put a baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know

Bitch, be humble (Hold up)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

Who that nigga thinking that
He fronting on Man-Man?
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play, fucking up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and
Tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like
Afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass
With some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on
Your mama's couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy (Ayy)
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy (Ayy)
Most of y'all be faking, ayy
I stay modest 'bout it
Ayy, she elaborate it
Ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that
Evian, that TED Talk
Ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk
Ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol
Ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all

Bitch, be humble
Sit down (Hold it, hold it)
Be humble (Hold it, bitch)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, sit down)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down
Be humble
Sit down (Hold up, hold up)
Be humble
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, oh yeah
Bitch)

I rather die being real, nigga
Fuck what you niggas say
I said what I said