Jarren Benton, Oba Rowland, B.o.B - Godzilla lyrics

Ugh, you're a monster

Ain't no hoes in my clique
I got hoes on my dick
Round this bitch I'm Godzilla
R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla
I got bands in my denim
She got friends why not hit em'
I'm a fuckin' live nigga and
I'ma fuckin' die winnin'
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch bitch

Uh, slam Cadillac doors diamond
Glow on these hoes new fur on my back sweep
The floor on these hoes
That top was A1 had to Vogue on that hoe


Hit the bitch from the back strike
A pose in her throat
I'm like, uhh, I'm fresh out the dirt, bitch
I might go berzerk
I kill everything Kato find 'em a hearse
My mind doesn't work someone
Find him in church
Chrome to your dreads bitch I'm
Gone off the meds got hitters to cut off the
Bone from your flesh
I sauté a nigga I'm known as the chef
Got a white bitch that look like Selena Gomez
Ooo, I might go Bieber on niggas
Aluminum bat Derek Jeter on niggas
Too much Tequila I bleed from the liver
Exterminator got the heat for the critters
Ain't making money with him, fuck 'em
Hard to trust these bitches I
Would never cuff em'
I was out there bussin'
Niggas clutching ovens
Coldest from the bottom
That is no discussion
Fuck the repercussions
Sleep the reapers cousin
I'm my brother's keeper
I'ma keep the covenet
Side bitch foreign, bitch is speakin' Russian
Going Godzilla we can't even function nigga

Ain't no hoes in my clique
I got hoes on my dick
Round this bitch I'm Godzilla
R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla
I got bands in my denim
She got friends why not hit em'
I'm a fuckin' live nigga and
I'ma fuckin' die winnin'
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch bitch

Godammit who them niggas makin' all
That racket in the back
Can't you see I'm tryna teach a class
Talk about a graduation cap
Never say some shit and take it back in these
Raps no ain't no exaggeration ain't no cap
Niggas think they runnin' shit
Must be to my runnin' shit like (huff huff)
Give a dime a dummer dick now I
Got my thumb this bitch face
All of the time, bitches be lyin'
She don't own no clothin' line
She just do lines mental apocalypse
You got a job and shit I do the opposite
Niggas be poppin' shit
I turn into Pac and shit hold up
Fuck are you talkin' to? You'll
Be dead at your eulogy
There's your walk that you bark if you
What up? Pay the blunts, straight
Yo shit is moderate, I'm a postmodernist
I do the bodyin', they do the copyin'
Niggas ain't smokin' what I smoke
It's obvious
Niggas be actin' like bitches, androgynous
Eight albums in and they
Fucked the Kardashian
How she keep goin' and don't need no Oxygen?
'Round this bitch, she throat zilla

Ain't no hoes in my clique
I got hoes on my dick
Round this bitch I'm Godzilla
R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla
I got bands in my denim
She got friends why not him em'
I'm a fuckin' live nigga and
I'ma fuckin' die winnin'
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch bitch