Jarren Benton - The God Intro lyrics
[Jarren Benton - The God Intro lyrics]
It's East Side until my ashes in a gold vase
Ride downtown in my city bumpin' Ghostface
Fuck the police, bitch
I feel like I'm O'Shea
Mental health problems nigga I
Know I'm not okay
Spillin' Pinot Grigio while I
Count up this bread
I like my bitches pussy bald
And my presidents dead i shit in the booth
These hoes gon' lick my dick in the coupe
I got these niggas scared to drop
Like that Bishop in Juice
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife
Don't let me fuck up your life
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
I might be in a five star
With a couple of dykes
It's Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin' the mic
Niggas get shot everyday he be aight, B
Gold Jesus piece hid over
The polo white fleece
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
Need a stronger aerosol to mask
The scent of the body it's the God nigga
Money over bitches power over cowards
Niggas plottin' so I bathe with
The shotty in the shower
Homicide investigate a body every hour
Paranoid like smoke'll prolly buy
An 8th of sour
The soundtrack to a killa's last breath
Up at Follies blowin' bread 'til
Ain't no fuckin' cash left, nigga
Never let no wet pussy fuck your dough up
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so
It don't mold up
I feel like Mitch in the cherry
Red Beamer bumpin' Cold Crush
Second childhood, niggas grow up
The God in bitches go nuts
I'm stuntin' like Money Mayweather
The cash is way better than being broke
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
Lord have mercy the wolves
Are hungry and thirsty
Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30
Arrivederci it's the God, nigga
Ride downtown in my city bumpin' Ghostface
Fuck the police, bitch
I feel like I'm O'Shea
Mental health problems nigga I
Know I'm not okay
Spillin' Pinot Grigio while I
Count up this bread
I like my bitches pussy bald
And my presidents dead i shit in the booth
These hoes gon' lick my dick in the coupe
I got these niggas scared to drop
Like that Bishop in Juice
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife
Don't let me fuck up your life
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
I might be in a five star
With a couple of dykes
It's Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin' the mic
Niggas get shot everyday he be aight, B
Gold Jesus piece hid over
The polo white fleece
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
Need a stronger aerosol to mask
The scent of the body it's the God nigga
Money over bitches power over cowards
Niggas plottin' so I bathe with
The shotty in the shower
Homicide investigate a body every hour
Paranoid like smoke'll prolly buy
An 8th of sour
The soundtrack to a killa's last breath
Up at Follies blowin' bread 'til
Ain't no fuckin' cash left, nigga
Never let no wet pussy fuck your dough up
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so
It don't mold up
I feel like Mitch in the cherry
Red Beamer bumpin' Cold Crush
Second childhood, niggas grow up
The God in bitches go nuts
I'm stuntin' like Money Mayweather
The cash is way better than being broke
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
Lord have mercy the wolves
Are hungry and thirsty
Screw the barrel on the mouth of the 30
Arrivederci it's the God, nigga