ThouxanBanFauni - God and My 32 lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - God and My 32 lyrics]
I walked up in this bitch with God and my 32
I walked up in this bitch with God
I walked up in this bitch with God and my 32
Double XL all off a interlude
I'm in New Jersey with the
Boof pollutin' up your room
Baby why you stressin' me
I just wanna' see you move
For you I'd probably go to hell
And back and to the moon
Don't no one want what's best for you
I want what's best for you
No one else cherish you like
How I cherish you niggas hate me
I'd probably die for they sins too
I'm the same lil' nigga who
Just chose to stay true
I'm the same lil' nigga
I just tripled up my loot
All my real niggas down to
The bottom of the tool
Ball on my court stand for
Something had to shoot
How you come this far then end
Up right behind them bars?
I was bein' humble baby, forgot I'm a star
I be lit on stage while you
Be hidin' who you are
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage I'ma
Need a quarter bar
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage but no
Hate up in my heart need my really big bag
Even bigger shopping cart
Lil' lady lil' baby into more than Paul Blart
Free my lil' woadie cause he got
Caught up by them Narcs
Yeah I love them muscle cars but
I don't need no push-to-start
But I love the way that
Coupe double parallel park
But my strap made of steel, iron fist
Tony Stark got a long journey ahead of me
I'm ready to embark no relationship
Relate too much then I'm bound to dip
If I had a girlfriend
We countin' checks and loadin' clips
Yeah you gon' hear me out of
All those rumors in the mist
He seen you on the internet and
Act like you don't exist
They say it's more fishes in
The sea than catfish
Pussy boy you fool yeah these niggas catnip
My spiritual pressure gon' turn
You to a sandwich
Fauni gettin' to it that ain't no question
Bands
I walked up in this bitch with God
I walked up in this bitch with God and my 32
Double XL all off a interlude
I'm in New Jersey with the
Boof pollutin' up your room
Baby why you stressin' me
I just wanna' see you move
For you I'd probably go to hell
And back and to the moon
Don't no one want what's best for you
I want what's best for you
No one else cherish you like
How I cherish you niggas hate me
I'd probably die for they sins too
I'm the same lil' nigga who
Just chose to stay true
I'm the same lil' nigga
I just tripled up my loot
All my real niggas down to
The bottom of the tool
Ball on my court stand for
Something had to shoot
How you come this far then end
Up right behind them bars?
I was bein' humble baby, forgot I'm a star
I be lit on stage while you
Be hidin' who you are
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage I'ma
Need a quarter bar
Gotta' lotta' pain and rage but no
Hate up in my heart need my really big bag
Even bigger shopping cart
Lil' lady lil' baby into more than Paul Blart
Free my lil' woadie cause he got
Caught up by them Narcs
Yeah I love them muscle cars but
I don't need no push-to-start
But I love the way that
Coupe double parallel park
But my strap made of steel, iron fist
Tony Stark got a long journey ahead of me
I'm ready to embark no relationship
Relate too much then I'm bound to dip
If I had a girlfriend
We countin' checks and loadin' clips
Yeah you gon' hear me out of
All those rumors in the mist
He seen you on the internet and
Act like you don't exist
They say it's more fishes in
The sea than catfish
Pussy boy you fool yeah these niggas catnip
My spiritual pressure gon' turn
You to a sandwich
Fauni gettin' to it that ain't no question
Bands