Peter Cottontale - Godbody lyrics

[Verse 1] Them n***as selling to them under covers That's uncool like your mother's brother Make my b**hes touch each other My n***as caught cases, all we known for pie shaving All my plugs is Caucasian, smoke until my eyes Asian Send a batch of beats, I send you back a masterpiece Might buy a chain that look like it was made for Master P I'm in the dojo where the masters meet Talk is cheap, whispers in the congregation Watch the pastor preach Been a problem now I'm more focused That Maserati pull up make your Beemer look like it's a Ford Focus In the retail, hard to explain the details Thousand dollar deposit just sitting on dope and emails Tim Allen, how kids gripping tools Different 12 like I'm in Air Maxes I get up out my Yeezy boosts My watanabe circa season two Muhammad with the stick and move The Godbody only speak the truth I'm popping like Polo tags in '98 Six shipments, six addresses I charge 'em to the game Double cut sippin' paint dropping off the Caddy frame Two tone whip change colors, I call it Charlemagne k** for your brothers, if they do the same Switch cities, switch phone numbers, but we move the same Switch b**hes, switch locations and watch these n***as change There is not a stain on my Forces, but it's a dirty game [Bridge] Yeah, and the nerve of you mother f**ers The nerve of you mother f**ers think you can touch me Yo' a** ain't fast enough to touch me The one and only Godbody Oh, and it's gon' go down And when it goes down everybody just gone be looking Standing there looking around, standing there looking at each other Trying to figure out who did it Don't nobody know who did it Don't nobody know who did it All they know is what happened GODBODY! [Verse 2] You n***as selling to them plain clotheses While I play the corner chain smoking Booming out they vains and noses I'm paper stacking 'til the winters over Trying to pull up in that Cherry Rover Seats the color baking soda Wood grain resemble shaken soda A lot of pressure to the next or opposition When my pace is over Snotty tissues with that Ray Liotta You paper soldiers couldn't take a step inside these purple label loafers I'm popping like Gucci buckets and white tees Six shipments, six addresses I payed the shipping fees Double cut sippin' lean dripping off these swisher sweet Two tone, yellow and rose gold like Mr. T I'm good with that yay like Mike Dean k**ers turn police for that break like Ice T Desperate n***as turn on they own people like Spike Lee Shivers when he preach The Godbody got the truth to speak