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JAYE FT. AB-SOUL lyrics : "Gods Lyrics"

East side, east side,
East side, till I die, till I die
Yeah fly mob %#@! ^!$$%

Fly mother$#&@ers get with it ^!$$%

I got noodles on the stove, frizz full of o's

I pour the champagne, and give myself a toast
Yes I mean the boss, swagger hold the most
I hang around with goons, I got a closet full of ghosts

I rep that et straight e side
Where we let that b fry
$#&@ around and get d fried

Go venture ragger my leave eyes
Been fly since lee high
Your (*##$ is stolen by the new guy

Smoking weed got bored and man
I'm looking to find some new hive
Baby girl give me 2 sides

Super size with those legs and thighs
Getting that #~!!@ I improvise
I get it wet and I go inside

Best believe I gotta shine
Best believe I go for miles
Super villain, mega mind

You just an acing I need a dime
Long paper, short gangster,
That semi 9, friendly fire

Hit a ^!$$% like 20 times
You try to run hit you from behind
$#&@ ^!$$%s better stay in line

Getting paid of $#&@ing crime
Take a look of how a boss ride
Scarface, the world is mine


[Hook]
All I do is stack, I don't $#&@ with you ^!$$%s

All I want is these (*##$es, all I want is these riches
All I want is this money, all I want is these (*##$es
Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream

We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods


Getting slapped out like I'm Rambo
Swaging out in my cammos

Making ^!$$%s examples
I thought I told you go ahead hoe
I spray it dirty, I sip it slow

(*##$ best she dip it low
She do what I say cause I get the dough
But $#&@ that (*##$, I'm tryina get me more

$#&@ you think that I'm in it for
I done came up, in a benz
Bad (*##$ and her friends

All this money I $#&@ing spend
I can't do nothing but $#&@ing win
Here I go again trying not to ?

$#&@ it, orange juice, slice of gyn
%#@! $#&@ it, ok, undraw
Man these (*##$es better swallow dick

Hollow tips on these #~!!@ ^!$$%s
They no real, they counterfeit
Bad (*##$es make my dick bigger

^!$$%s mad, ^!$$%s mad
They don't $#&@ with that little ^!$$%
Wouldn't have it any other way

$#&@ anything that them ^!$$%s say
$#&@ them ^!$$%s boy get you paid
Hustle hard like everyday

That bad (*##$, I turned her out
She so in love what a ^!$$% bout
I ain't even try to $#&@ I just want a mouth

Sipping lean like I'm in the south
But this %#@! in the middle west,
Praise the lord for my last breath


[Hook]
All I do is stack, I don't $#&@ with you ^!$$%s
All I want is these (*##$es, all I want is these riches
All I want is this money, all I want is these (*##$es

Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream
We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods


So a new guy flow, a magic kanye west pushing a ton
Yayo and my vocals, I'm flipping the bird and flipping the tongue
Middle finger up to the popo,
Still no love for these hoes though
All I want is these (*##$es, solo, all I want is these riches, solo

Bird cross to you pigeons
I'm getting high in the low low
Getting head while I drive but
I don't even drive yo
Make a right at that light, ah

Pop a bean, I just might
Bag your (*##$ I just did
She said she seen me on vevo
Easy call, west side, we keep the ?
In the back, I lead the pack
You eat the pack or get packed out

I eat the track I send it back
I deposit checks and pour the cash out
Blowing cot, I'm blowing pot
I'm throwing rock what's your blast, hah
I got it $#&@ you think I do it for
I done came up, 50 grand in like 50 days
God damn, I wrote this %#@! faded in Amsterdam

Jesus peaces ain't enough, chop that lamb in painted blood
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray to lord my soul to keep

[Hook]
All I do is stack, I don't $#&@ with you ^!$$%s
All I want is these (*##$es, all I want is these riches

All I want is this money, all I want is these (*##$es
Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream
We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods
We like gods, we like gods.




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