Kanye West, Pusha T, Ghostface Killah - New God Flow.1 lyrics

Somebody been running a long time somebody

Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

I believe there's a God above me
I'm just the god of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow, " fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like
Pac at the Coachella
They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than
Just to rhyme with him think '99
When Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh)
Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us
But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door

Shake that body, party that bod
(That's rare, nigga)
Shake that body, party that bod
(Ric Flair, nigga)
Shake that body, party that body
(yeah, nigga)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D (yeah)
Shake that body, party that bod (Woah)
Shake that body, party that bod (Woah)
Shake that body, party that body
(It's the new God flow, niggas)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)

Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck 'em, 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye
I wouldn't piss on that
Nigga with Grand Marnier
(Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét
(Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain
I'm balling, Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park, then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown niggas?
(Ha)
What's a brick from an out of town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas?
(Yuugh) here's the GOOD music golden child
M-A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess that's a feeling only
Me and LeBron know i'm living three dreams
Biggie Smalls', Dr king, Rodney King's, uh
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we drown all these haters
Rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw, man, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'
Picture workin' so hard and
You can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life
Like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I'm from the 3-1-2
Where cops don't come through and
Dreams don't come true
Like there the God go, in his Murcielago
From workin' McDonalds
Barely payin' the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him
Right in front of his mom
Forty killings in a weekend
Forty killings in a week
Man, the summer too hot
You can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service
If you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes
Just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an ark
When I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made
The new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ayy
" that's what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Yeah, nigga
Yeah, I had my I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I I don't
Know what y'all talkin' 'bout and my eagle
Still got it all in the bag, B (yeah)
All I did was play possum (Yo, come on)

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
With soap suds on the MAC-11
My big lion haven't ate since
Twelve and it's after seven
We feed the nigga like forty chickens
His tail wag when I send him
A bag with just one victim
Uh huh, now let me show you what my closet on
Gems in the display case
Call it a rock-a-thon
I I got soccer moms payin' for cock
Asians get it from behind while
They cleanin' they wok
Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on)
Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you
Please
Said and shake that body, scar up that body
Should I kill him now Tone? I said
"Probably" side bets are four and better
Bust hammers with pot holders
And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather
I'm not bow legged
But old school like Redd Foxx
My favorite color in my hustle
Days was red tops
My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G-O-D

Shake that body, party that bod
(That's rare, nigga)
Shake that body, party that bod
(Ric Flair, nigga)
Shake that body, party that body
(yeah, nigga)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D (yeah)
Shake that body, party that bod (Woah)
Shake that body, party that bod (Woah)
Shake that body, party that body
(It's the new God flow, niggas)
Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo)

GOOD music, GOOD music
GOOD music, GOOD music
And all my niggas say, "GOOD music"
And all my ladies say, "GOOD music"