Текст песни God Wanted Us to Be Lit - Red Cafe , French Montana , Wiz Khalifa
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
All
the
hate
can't
stop
this
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Do
your
dance
girl
you
know
you
bad
It's
your
birthday
girl
you
know
you
bad
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
DopeGod
back
off
in
the
city
Still
keep
a
stick
in
case
it
get
sticky
Ahhhh
Girl
you
gone
make
me
blow
a
bag
When
I
kill
that
thing
I
ain't
gone
wear
a
mask
A
boss
need
a
boss
lady
If
her
pussy
good
you
know
that
girl
crazy
Keep
the
fame
I
just
want
the
change
You
see
they
call
me
[?]
My
hustle
nonstop
I
got
a
super
bag
You
mad
get
a
cape
now
be
super
mad
They
hating
but
we
lit
We
still
lit
Young
rich
nigga
keep
a
rich
bitch
All
the
hate
can't
stop
this
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Do
your
dance
girl
you
know
you
bad
It's
your
birthday
girl
you
know
you
bad
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Skinny
nigga
but
my
dick
good
I
look
professional
but
think
hood
She
only
love
me
cause
my
bank
full
Team
full
of
sharks,
try
me
boy
the
tank
full
I
got
a
bitch
that
come
from
Africa
Another
bitch
to
hit
up
after
her
Put
them
both
together
now
they
both
looking
so
spectacular
Look
at
my
homeboy
say
what
you
mean
I'm
a
bachelor
I
ain't
attached
to
her
My
Taylor
Gang
campaign
got
them
looking
strange
but
I
ain't
never
goin'
change
I
give
a
fuck
about
the
fame
Just
cause
I'm
getting
paid
Got
two
shows
to
do
the
same
night
You
know
my
name
right
All
the
hate
can't
stop
this
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Do
your
dance
girl
you
know
you
bad
It's
your
birthday
girl
you
know
you
bad
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Shawty
I
heard
you
a
badass
Come
and
hit
this
dope
and
the
gas
mask
My
loud
pack
with
the
neighbors
Dope
team
I
been
with
the
Taylor's
Shawty
God
wanted
you
to
be
thick
[?]
she
goin'
plead
the
fifth
I
know
a
freak
when
I
see
a
freak
I
beat
the
thing
twice
for
a
three
piece
I
be
trappin'
in
designer
Nothing
but
dimes
in
my
lineup
Nothing
but
stuff
in
my
[?]
And
we
goin'
launch
a
missile
if
they
act
up
All
the
hate
can't
stop
this
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
Do
your
dance
girl
you
know
you
bad
It's
your
birthday
girl
you
know
you
bad
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
God
wanted
us
to
be
lit
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