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G.O.D. 2023 Video (MV)




Performed By: JasonMartin
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Devin England, Jason Martin, Patrick Kelly




JasonMartin - G.O.D. 2023 Lyrics




Jason Martin.
Why? boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
Switch up my tempo, simpler mission is clear as a window.
She said she bout stackin' her chili and keepin' it low.
Here jot down my info.
I'm five years ahead of the comp.
They use my work for they inspo.
My time is worth more than a clock.
My business is right as a pencil.
Used to be way out, ride, ride.
To us f*ckboys who talk, get cock out.
Roll up in pack, no Zaza, no raps.
Roll with J's like Tata.
Fat lady sing no opera.
Eyes locked in on millions.
Stayin' away from the millions.
Them boys move with feelings.
Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
Why? up in spotlight, Michael Jackson.
Won't catch me without no gloves.
Gettin' this bitch, get retrospective.
Money ain't shit, wait, I know love.
Heard them verses from your fave on G.O.D.
That boy ain't tough.
Gettin' exploited by his boonzy.
Only hard when he off them drugs.
Get him his meds or get in his head before I put him to bed.
Mean no sub and mean no bluff and you heard what I said.
Angel from God with a gift.
There's too many families I fed.
Too many homies I lost.
Need a milli' for everything, shit.
Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
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English

Jason Martin.
Why? boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
Switch up my tempo, simpler mission is clear as a window.
She said she bout stackin' her chili and keepin' it low.
Here jot down my info.
I'm five years ahead of the comp.
They use my work for they inspo.
My time is worth more than a clock.
My business is right as a pencil.
Used to be way out, ride, ride.
To us f*ckboys who talk, get cock out.
Roll up in pack, no Zaza, no raps.
Roll with J's like Tata.
Fat lady sing no opera.
Eyes locked in on millions.
Stayin' away from the millions.
Them boys move with feelings.
Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
Why? up in spotlight, Michael Jackson.
Won't catch me without no gloves.
Gettin' this bitch, get retrospective.
Money ain't shit, wait, I know love.
Heard them verses from your fave on G.O.D.
That boy ain't tough.
Gettin' exploited by his boonzy.
Only hard when he off them drugs.
Get him his meds or get in his head before I put him to bed.
Mean no sub and mean no bluff and you heard what I said.
Angel from God with a gift.
There's too many families I fed.
Too many homies I lost.
Need a milli' for everything, shit.
Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no f*ckin' B.U.T.s.
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Writer: Devin England, Jason Martin, Patrick Kelly
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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