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compliments to GOD Video (MV)




Performed By: Cisco
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: George Brown




Cisco - compliments to GOD Lyrics
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Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, alright, f*ck it
Always spittin' like it's gonna be my last verse Fashionably late to the party, smokin
Gas first Throw some weed in the casket, that's a fat
Hearse Killed all of my demons, they was waitin
For one last curse Askin' why I took your bitch, you should
Ask her Naturally I'm stuntin' without tryin, you
Just act turnt I'ma set this beat on fire, watch the track
Burn I swear to God I'll get exactly what I'm
After keep My feelings to myself, don't think no one
Could relate People tell you be yourself, then they go
And imitate I ain't got a soul to sell, lil' bitch I
Control my fate Tell them demons go to hell, I'ma go and
Elevate And I'm only smokin' gas, bitch, better get
It straight And we only goin' fast, bitch, switching through
Them lanes I was hopin' it was different, but this shit
Always the same, uh But this shit always the same, but it's compliments
To God This might be your greatest son yet
Hop inside the car, girl, let's take a ride at sunset
At the boulevard with your shorty while you upset
Contemplate the stars, cause we smokin' on that good shit
Say I'm a artist cause I make shit Take risks, you is just a fake bitch
Face f*cked all over the floor after that mace hit
It's amazing the way they chasin' The case been closed since a jit was out
Of braces Ay, ay, but still I'm tired of hoes
I don't want that not at all, they fall like dominoes
I dissect beats doctor flow I've been thriftin' lots of clothes
Nosotros emborrachado F*cked up on Sabado, bitch
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Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, alright, f*ck it
Always spittin' like it's gonna be my last verse Fashionably late to the party, smokin
Gas first Throw some weed in the casket, that's a fat
Hearse Killed all of my demons, they was waitin
For one last curse Askin' why I took your bitch, you should
Ask her Naturally I'm stuntin' without tryin, you
Just act turnt I'ma set this beat on fire, watch the track
Burn I swear to God I'll get exactly what I'm
After keep My feelings to myself, don't think no one
Could relate People tell you be yourself, then they go
And imitate I ain't got a soul to sell, lil' bitch I
Control my fate Tell them demons go to hell, I'ma go and
Elevate And I'm only smokin' gas, bitch, better get
It straight And we only goin' fast, bitch, switching through
Them lanes I was hopin' it was different, but this shit
Always the same, uh But this shit always the same, but it's compliments
To God This might be your greatest son yet
Hop inside the car, girl, let's take a ride at sunset
At the boulevard with your shorty while you upset
Contemplate the stars, cause we smokin' on that good shit
Say I'm a artist cause I make shit Take risks, you is just a fake bitch
Face f*cked all over the floor after that mace hit
It's amazing the way they chasin' The case been closed since a jit was out
Of braces Ay, ay, but still I'm tired of hoes
I don't want that not at all, they fall like dominoes
I dissect beats doctor flow I've been thriftin' lots of clothes
Nosotros emborrachado F*cked up on Sabado, bitch
Cool
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Writer: George Brown
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