Thank God (Explicit)-Boldy James/Chuck Strangers

歌手 : Boldy James / Chuck Strangers

专辑 : Token of Appreciation (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:26

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TXT Thank God (Explicit)-Boldy James/Chuck Strangers 文本歌词

Thank God (Explicit) - Boldy James/Chuck Strangers

Lyrics by：Boldy James

Produced by：Chuck Strangers

Where we at

227

Yeah

50 Gwuap Ziploc

Just wanna take time out to thank God

Mafia what else

Scarface the movie did more to me than the face mob

The Based God work on the flow told bro Don't quit your day job

Thankful where I'm at I could be back on that K pot

So every night I thank God yeah we gon' be straight Taj

Pray to the great skies all them flakes and them great pies

Take girlie down pull up one and then I face me a trey-five

If thirty ain't enough brought the mini Drac' for the gate bobs

Y'all niggas better thank God all we did was had the safe rise

Feelings I can't hide

I can't

I take pride

In pushing it to the limit while they fearing bold-faced lies

No faking

Paid my dues never went to church or paid tithes

But every day I thank God

I pray

No Mary J Blige

A hundred guns a hundred clips niggas can't slide

It ain't wise to go against the grain if you ain't God

Niggas ain't gang niggas ain't squad quick to shoot

'Cause they can't squab I thank God that I don't smoke no fake 'za

Still get work off my face card could be behind them state bars

Blockworks

Six-hundred-fifty K large I ran more base than A-Rob

Yeah

In the field with the crimi' now I'm watching my J nod

I had to thank God double drum in my AR

All praise

After-market them switches factories on the Bimmer

Yeah

Honey bun in my Goyard ain't no pulling my ho card

Skrrt

Bro gon' do it for no charge just for ups on the scorecard

Grrt

I had to thank God all praise to the most high

Let's get it

Been multi-faceted since Manger on McNichols in my basinet

Big Bold

Wrist would have a hundred 'fore I cash a check

Yeah

Was left on the plane I let her have the rest

Ayy

She told me Baby thank God this ****A1 like you passed the test

Smashed them grams smacked the'rex wrist a birdie plain

Skrrt

A baking soda water fire merge with 'caine

Ayy

Sending Chase with Fetti on that Jersey Train

I told my nigga Thank God that the feds ain't catch you dirty gang

Where we at

In my hood they know me as Lil' Mooch or Scurry James

Jack Jack

Before the perks of fame nigga had to lay down that murder game

Brrt

Came a long way from air mattresses out them Section 8s

That's why I gotta thank God and pass around the collection plate

Thank God