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God

Genres: Metal

Film (remix) Lyrics - God

You wanna make a film, film, film 

It is what it is, is, is 

We wanna make a film, film, film 

Any haters we can't see em, see em, see em 

 

I been looking at ya 

Behind my hater blockas 

Louis Vuitton when I spot ya 

Bodies drop when I drop ya 

Turn a club into a opera 

We keep bottles next to em choppas 

Ain't no time to talk about record deals cuz I'm not signing you niggas 

And all the haters like, Juicy J got the whole section 

And all these bitches they ain't looking my direction 

Thats right my nigga middle finger to the undercover over there wearing that sweater 

Our phone snapping pictures 

Yo wife and your daughter in the club drinking 

My goons don't care bout nothing 

Turn cameras on for the money to land on something 

Nigga I run this, Memphis, Tennessee from the gutta 

Diamonds all in my chain 

Baddest bitch give me brain 

VIP, high as fuck you need binoculars to see us 

 

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Shes yo wife when she get home, get it to my crib now shes my actress 

Get her on the jet watch her throw that ass backwards 

Hit it from the back and she love it that I slap it 

Lights camera action watch it get nasty 

Freaky like Aliyah [?] 

Camcorder on put the shit on Netflix 

Bring on the next chick need more hoes to cast it 

Face like Halle berry, monster ball sequel 

We finna try more thangs 

That pussy so good, it keep Juicy J coming back like a time machine 

I give it to her til she tap out 

Watch her leg shake, blow the back out 

And when I'm done with the pussy I mash out 

To the strip club, throw the cash out 

I'm taking girls home then I penetrate em 

Tell her bring some friends, I'll eliminate 'em 

And I ain't even fucking these chicks raw 

I keep it wrapped up like Christmas paper 

This Louis V is alligator 

Rolex in the refrigerator 

You ain't no nigga that's ice cold nigga 

Got yo ho nigga and she wanna make a film 

 

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Who ya know blow cash like me 

Who ya know got swag like me 

Who ya know get trippy like me 

Who ya know fucking bitches like me 

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