New God Flow Lyrics - Cruel Summer - Kanye West

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 Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella 

But I was good with the Ye 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 

(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us) 

Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us 

(But since you over do it, I'mma pour more) 

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Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door 

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 

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 

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 shitty shoppin' at Targét 

(Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!) 

Im ballin', Amar'e 

A nick sold in the park then I want in 

What's a king without a crown, nigga? 

What's a circus without you clown niggas? 

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What's a brick from an outta-town nigga 

When you flood and you can drown niggas? 

Here's the G.O.O.D. 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 these 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's, Rodney King's 

Cause we can't get along, no resolution 

Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston 

Cars, money, girls and the clothes 

Aww man, you sold your soul 

Naww man, mad people was frontin' 

Aww man, made something from nothing 

Picture working 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 312 

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true 

Like there the god go in his Murcielago 

From working McDonalds, barely paying 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 

40 killings in a weekend, 40 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 arc 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 say 

"I'm on fire, ay," 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 

Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94 

I don't know what I, I don't know what you're talkin' bout 

And my Eagle — Still got it all in the bag, B 

All you 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 its 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, ock 

I got soccer moms paying for cock 

Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok 

Karma flows that is toxic 

Deadly fumes when I'm in the room 

Repercussions occur when you dry snitch 

Red light, green light 

One, two, three 

Look mean and got my machine 

Cried, and I tried to hit you, please 

Say shake that body 

Scar up that body 

Should I kill them now Ton'? 

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 eagloid shitted out a red rock 

Threw it off my project roof, 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 

Shake that body, party that bod 

Shake that body, party that body 

Come and have a good time with G.O.D 

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