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dave east, buda & grandz & dj drama - godbody (deluxe) lyrics

[verse 1: dave east]
yo, i’m new york city busy, she’s at stake/steak like philly (uh)
bbl helped out her ass, she still ain’t got no titties (still)
celine hoodie if it’s chilly, nah, it comin’ silly (silly)
i text popcaan like “k!lly, bet the gangstas feel me” (i’ll betcha)
i’m not one of these artists you gon’ hear ‘bout arguin’
fitted cap, florida marlins, found my way in, marlon (way in)
make sure the budget cover everything, and take the market (everything)
boston market dinners, netflix in my new apartment (uh)
the check cleared now the spot could overlook the hudson
tan from aruba, grandz & buda handle the production (my n+++++)
5 years old i heard my auntie and my mommy cussin’ (mommy)
homicide rate was risin’, everybody clutchin’ (get the strap)
i think i hurt a couple b+tches, heard a couple shifts (sh+t)
my uncle had a couple bricks, i watched him jump a fence (woo)
left the dealership, i seen his face, it ain’t come with tint
eliminated sittin’ at this table, if you don’t come with sh+t
i demonstrated, quote me like the bible cause i’ve been a savior (whoa)
did a million favors, women came to me in different flavors (flavors)
they tryna keep their heads high, i feel like mr. vegas (heads high)
forever faded, i’m just a doctor with a million patients
the flow is surgical
vertical, how she f+ckin’ me+ we standin’ up
broke down a bird or two with some urgency (real fact)
my standards up, might think i’m bougie, that come with age
did the lambo truck, mami don’t pull me i’m a grenade, blow the f+ck up
maza made the charm too big to tuck it
k!ll for my bucket nothin’ change for me in public (nothin’)
diddy sent me a bucket of deleón (take that, take that)
old harlem like [?]
i’m steppin’ like savion (steppin’)
when it come to rap i feel like weezy (weezy)
she thick, i’m tryna get up in that gap+ i feel like yeezy (ye)
trap or die, i really got this state of mind from jeezy (hahaaa)
put the shades on, with naked eye it’s hard to see me (hard to see)
i couldn’t even spell it when when i drove a lamborghini
wake up to mimosas and bellinis, aladdin without no genie (nah)
couldn’t make no wishes, had to grind hard (hard)
if you scared, go buy a dog or try to find god (find him)
couldn’t make no wishes, had to grind hard
if you scared, go buy a dog or try to find god
[verse 2: millyz]
uh, yeah
a hundred thousand in my louis luggage
screw the budget, stash built in the v, that’s how the coupe constructed (woo)
blower knock the feathers off your birds, let’s see who can duck it
gucci bucket, know that they don’t like me
and my mood is f+ck it (f+ck it)
81 degrees out in california, frost bit on the wrist, the cuban on me got pneumonia (brr)
direct deposit hit from sony, gettin’ top from sonya
blanco pop aroma, glock 19 cough like it got corona
muzzle on it, send a blitz and we ain’t got to huddle on it
said she want affection, pull my d+ck out, let her cuddle on it (hahaha)
countertop, i f+cked her on it
never called, it made her bitter
romantic with my money, rather take 100k to dinner (i love my money)
i’m in a gray sprinter, tour with east around the globe
prior to it, i was leaving geekers with a powdered nose (woo)
that’s how it goes i quit a job so i could manage stoves
never got my flowers but my b+tch resemble amber rose
[?] made by virgil, b+tch, i’m lit like a vigil (i’m lit)
he got a big mouth and he ‘bout to talk his way to the [hoes]’spital
this game, i forgive you, can’t really kick this pain ‘less it’s in you
this rap sh+t dangerous, that’s why i snuck a ‘k in the venue
and they don’t search the artist
bro forgot the mask, he gon’ purge regardless
murk the target, if rap was the dope game your work is garbage— (trash) basura
my shooters know i’m a shooter too (yeah)
really got it from the dirt, i was down with shooter too (shoota)
pounds all in the honda, dotta [the dealer] followed in a subaru
no limit to my hustle once i mastered p’s, hoody hooo (hoody hooo!)
now it’s marble counters, eatin’ fruity loops
fit the color toucan sam, this life is beautiful (this life is good)
i’ll probably do the route, bermuda views as usual
i’m fresh to death so every day i wake, feel like a funeral
bro doin’ 20, said it’s a cakewalk
my lil homies drill and slide up on you, let the k flock (flah, flah, flah!)
identify the victim by his t++th after the face shots
me and pablo cheffin’ dope up in the lab, this sh+t is straight rock (pablo!)
never depended on a wish, i had to grind hard
look, if you scared, go to church and try to find god
yeah, try to find god
look, if you scared, go to church and try to find god

- dave east buda grandz dj drama lyrics

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