Sunshine Christo, Ric$terrrr - GODFLOW lyrics
[Sunshine Christo, Ric$terrrr - GODFLOW lyrics]
(There is no such thing as coincidence
The fact that you're watching
This video means
You're energetically aligned with
Me and this
Message your thoughts create your reality
Well you already knew that yet still
You live life as you dread) ay, ay, ay
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay why she try to run when
She know she fucked up
She can get rewarded with a
Bullet in her guts
I've been feeling lazy, I've been in a rut
When I get that money, I do a lil strut
Said they got beef, I said nigga what?
They must be emo cause they
Like getting cut up
Got two blades, like I amDouble J
Guitar swings on their head
All they can do is pray i'm not God
I ain't doing no fucking saving
She been running late
Where the fuck my payments
If you ain't generate, then I'm just taking
I'm not nice guy
You ain't tell that I was faking
Plotting everything, busy fuckin' snaking
Push to you edge
Make your fucking demons awaken
How you sell your soul and
You're still fucking broke
You ain't a demon, you're just a joke
Ay, cool down, cool down, cool down buddy
Calm down
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up ay, ay, ay, ay
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up
She can get rewarded with a
Bullet in her guts
I've been feeling lazy, I've been in a rut
When I get that money, I do a lil strut
Bunk ass motherfucker trash trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
Trash, trash, trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
That's on God, I'ma keep that on the d-low
Cash I count it up, cash out in casinos
I don’t need no friends
Mane I don’t even need those
Demons all around me, go to Hell, what I know
Pick it up way too fast
Bitch you is way too slow
Broke ass bitch on my dick
Gotta bounce gotta go on a fucking roll
Fee-fi-fo-fum
You so trash, you so garbage get disposed
Knocking on ya door at four
Like I'm Christo, said hello
I'ma stab ya with the knife, eat the flesh
Ten toes lurking in the shadows on the
Daily and I loathe
Loaded up automatic feeling like a Gambino
Show and tell I said shush
No this shit is not for show
Agony screaming depths
Lost and dammed to bellow
Cursing me, hell no, cursing me, hell no
Hex protection in this bitch what you sno'
You don’t notice, losing focus
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
Trash, trash, trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
The fact that you're watching
This video means
You're energetically aligned with
Me and this
Message your thoughts create your reality
Well you already knew that yet still
You live life as you dread) ay, ay, ay
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay why she try to run when
She know she fucked up
She can get rewarded with a
Bullet in her guts
I've been feeling lazy, I've been in a rut
When I get that money, I do a lil strut
Said they got beef, I said nigga what?
They must be emo cause they
Like getting cut up
Got two blades, like I amDouble J
Guitar swings on their head
All they can do is pray i'm not God
I ain't doing no fucking saving
She been running late
Where the fuck my payments
If you ain't generate, then I'm just taking
I'm not nice guy
You ain't tell that I was faking
Plotting everything, busy fuckin' snaking
Push to you edge
Make your fucking demons awaken
How you sell your soul and
You're still fucking broke
You ain't a demon, you're just a joke
Ay, cool down, cool down, cool down buddy
Calm down
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up ay, ay, ay, ay
Why she try to run when
She know she fucked up
She can get rewarded with a
Bullet in her guts
I've been feeling lazy, I've been in a rut
When I get that money, I do a lil strut
Bunk ass motherfucker trash trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
Trash, trash, trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
That's on God, I'ma keep that on the d-low
Cash I count it up, cash out in casinos
I don’t need no friends
Mane I don’t even need those
Demons all around me, go to Hell, what I know
Pick it up way too fast
Bitch you is way too slow
Broke ass bitch on my dick
Gotta bounce gotta go on a fucking roll
Fee-fi-fo-fum
You so trash, you so garbage get disposed
Knocking on ya door at four
Like I'm Christo, said hello
I'ma stab ya with the knife, eat the flesh
Ten toes lurking in the shadows on the
Daily and I loathe
Loaded up automatic feeling like a Gambino
Show and tell I said shush
No this shit is not for show
Agony screaming depths
Lost and dammed to bellow
Cursing me, hell no, cursing me, hell no
Hex protection in this bitch what you sno'
You don’t notice, losing focus
Bunk ass motherfucker trash
Trash, trash, trash
Bunk ass motherfucker trash