paroles de chanson I See God - reefuh!

Hmm, I see God
Hmm, hmm, I see God
Hmm, hmm, Big ol' rod
Hmm, hmm, Big ol' rod

He sent his buddy a fuckin' crash dummy
I gave my lil' brother my old G43 and he pop out and blast for me
I fuck on these hoes from the day to the day
Get attached, then get back from me
Ricky, leave the boy shitty
I'ma have to put a hollow tip through his back, dummy

Had 12 on skates, like a rollerblade
We left Jack vision black with a poker face
Both hands on my neck like a choker-chain
I'ma drop this hoe, I'on know her name
Call the Glock 19, "Mr. Novocaine"
'Cause it put two to his face, he ain't know the game
I'ma stand over his body, like its over, gang
Pourin' drank pre show, I just hope I change

Slow, keep yo' pace
Smokin' O's, I can't feel my face
I see God, God
I see God, God

Glock with a dick I'ma necrophiliac
Bitch, we got P's at the door for yo' silly ass
"I'ma cracker with my hillbilly ass"
Oh, he a packer, bro put cheese on his head
Double down on the bread, kinda like a burger
My lil' brother off his ass, went and caught murder
Like it's Tony Montana, monkey nuts on the K, go bananas
Bob the Builder, I ride with my hammer
She ain't know she in love with a scammer

He sent his buddy a fuckin' crash dummy
I gave my lil' brother my old G43 and he pop out and blast for me
I fuck on these hoes from the day to the day
Get attached, then get back from me
Ricky, leave the boy shitty
I'ma have to put a hollow tip through his back, dummy

I'm bipolar, head on my shoulders
I dropped a bag on the bitch out at Dover
I bet that bag prolly make her bend over
Street market, I ain't fuck with a Trojan, bozo
Lot of freaky motherfuckers in they mojo
I get in my feelings, then I'll prolly smoke more dro'
In a four door GLE-63, can't even fit on the road

Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh
Don't talk just be quiet
People in the walls, they sleep beside me
I see God
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh