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Ginothapharaoh - Believe Lyrics



Ginothapharaoh - Believe Lyrics




Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag

Who that creep in' in my window man I'm hoping it's a opp
I been ballin on these nig*as I don't need no icy hot
Dro he got the drum you see one beam you call that shit cyclops
Stack the money y'all like dinos she give me tricera-top (hey)
I'm running' this shit out the blocks
Call his bitch karate she got chopped
These nig*as is feds I call em John Mock
Cuz I got the power and I cannot he stopped
Rockin' the ice make her cream dippin' dots
Porn star on a bitch make that hoe sick my cock
They callin' me handsome I get that a lot
Dynamite like Napoleon, gimmie ya thots
We get the bag send off to your block
Your bitch call me daddy but I'm not her pops
My nig*gas all varsity all of us jocks
They try to kill my people f*ck all the cops
She want a little cain so her jaw might lock
Furniture imported bitch It aint big lots
I ain't got no kids, but I got twin glocks
Call John Q. cause' ya heart might stop

Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag

Mhmmm
Know I'm fantastic
In my bag no paper nor plastic
Shots might hit you in your clavi-cal
I'm on a roll, I play the game like I give It and go
I say all my prayers don't relay on hope
I'm workin' my magic I don't need a cloak (Yeee)
Still fly like a Griffindore
I'm Jet Li if they want a war, yea
Nig*as got cash still they poor
I got the sauce like a four for four
I wanna f*ck her tell her por favor¿ (Please)
New bitch come from Singapore
We get the paper like a book report
I'm making racket with no tennis court
Shawty who is you?
Blow like a flute
I don't like large groups
Ride with the troops
Slave to my grind
Tie my own noose
Watch for the opps they devils, they play for Duke

Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag
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Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag

Who that creep in' in my window man I'm hoping it's a opp
I been ballin on these nig*as I don't need no icy hot
Dro he got the drum you see one beam you call that shit cyclops
Stack the money y'all like dinos she give me tricera-top (hey)
I'm running' this shit out the blocks
Call his bitch karate she got chopped
These nig*as is feds I call em John Mock
Cuz I got the power and I cannot he stopped
Rockin' the ice make her cream dippin' dots
Porn star on a bitch make that hoe sick my cock
They callin' me handsome I get that a lot
Dynamite like Napoleon, gimmie ya thots
We get the bag send off to your block
Your bitch call me daddy but I'm not her pops
My nig*gas all varsity all of us jocks
They try to kill my people f*ck all the cops
She want a little cain so her jaw might lock
Furniture imported bitch It aint big lots
I ain't got no kids, but I got twin glocks
Call John Q. cause' ya heart might stop

Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag

Mhmmm
Know I'm fantastic
In my bag no paper nor plastic
Shots might hit you in your clavi-cal
I'm on a roll, I play the game like I give It and go
I say all my prayers don't relay on hope
I'm workin' my magic I don't need a cloak (Yeee)
Still fly like a Griffindore
I'm Jet Li if they want a war, yea
Nig*as got cash still they poor
I got the sauce like a four for four
I wanna f*ck her tell her por favor¿ (Please)
New bitch come from Singapore
We get the paper like a book report
I'm making racket with no tennis court
Shawty who is you?
Blow like a flute
I don't like large groups
Ride with the troops
Slave to my grind
Tie my own noose
Watch for the opps they devils, they play for Duke

Would you believe me if I told you I manifested this?
Whole team fire, you might try to sign us don't need Vick's
Yo bitch blew me something mean and I ain't talkin' bout a kiss
Put my money where my mouth is and they women on my dick yea yea
(Sheesh)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Shit)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Yaye)
Run up a bag, bag, bag (Forreal)
Run up a bag, bag, bag
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Writer: Graylyn Claiborne Jr
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Performed By: Ginothapharaoh
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Graylyn Claiborne Jr

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