PGMW - Fear Of God lyrics

(Kris Henry) I swear n***as is frauds You either eat or you starve Toothpicks after Ruth Chris Make a n***as b**h wanna eat with the Gods Feeling like Mike at his prime Jackson, Jones Tyson, Jordan Shorty wanna spoon But a n***a forking Lick her plate clean then I curve in the morning (sfx) And we don't take kindly to threats Shorty keep the nine in the Vette Make her sniff water Give her wine til she wet Told shorty jerk my dick while I dine on her breasts n***as act wild get tamed with the stretch f**in on shorty while my chain hits my chest I swear her brain be the best Getting head while I swang through the West (Ibn Inglor ) My old styles dead n***a, you can't ride a ride that ain't there n***a You be their n***a, no friends over here n***as wonder why I'm lonely, b**h, You wonder why I'm only The n***a that can pull this God sh** cause you phony I wrote this in twenty, make it five of your hoes want to screw me Live from the south side ave., n***a what (Hold my mu'f**in' drink dog) I'll never give a f**, I'm about that n***a South side, send it up Altgeld Breed, talk that weed Ten racks G.P., talk that cream Walk that stream or plank n***a Givenchy sharks in that tank n***a Dive, hold your breath until you can't n***a, Gawd