Fred The Godson - She Call Me God lyrics

[Intro:] Okay ma...preach Yes baby, yeah Okay [Verse 1:] Girl nombre uno Like the fat sumo Like the way I rap, you know Papi chulo So co*ky, you know me Black shades like Cool Mo D I move OT '03 Seen 2OD I Get mine, COD She owe me She wanna pay back Get Camcorded and played back Grand vans, no Maybachs I'm hood She love my gangster whip White tee and a handkerchief Wipe your sh** Swallow, I guess she like the d... But she choke, guess she like the Knicks It's no Deng I leave chicks like Ewing, knees hurt with no ring No commitment Miss Miss Submission I'm Mister Mint Condition Listen... [Hook:] First and second tonight She call me god y'all First and second tonight She call me god [Verse 2:] Girl 2 I met her in a Hummer Two She was stuntin', it was summer too I'm coming through like mid-August Grillin' on the left wrist, guess the kid flosses Come here, get in Look it's like hell in this Fahrenheit She got open by the smell of my Fahrenheit Truck high, real high, fan height She lookin' nervous. What ma? You scared of heights? Well the Benz on reservation Truck 10 feet, rims was regulation M6 the drop for ventilation Every whip black, we looking like Rhythm Nation I'm a ghetto boy, Willy D Mixed with the lost swag of Billy D Her pops had a run in the 80's, Sheila E Krush Groove, she got a crush, she feeling me [Hook:] Girl 3, conversation like girl 6 I'm on the other line like "oh sh**, come quick" I don't care where we at, I'mma beat it Some say I'm too fat to be conceited Well, my life's not average I flow so right and my wife's a bad b**h So for me to scoop all I need is some Barry and The Best of Luther Invest in your future Enjoy the good food Fred The God, he a good dude In any good mood guap ready cake he reaching Then cop heavy like out of shape policeman His and hers, your kids can splurge also Gordo, is for sure doe Come here mama, Fred is good, I'll make you moan Yo Vinny Idle, take the song