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"She Call Me God" lyrics by FRED THE GODSON
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"She Call Me God"

[Verse 1:]
Girl nombre uno
Like the fat sumo
Like the way I rap, you know
Papi chulo
So cocky, you know me
Black shades like Cool Mo D
I move OT '03
Seen TOD
I Get mine, COD
She owe me
She wanna pay back
Get Camcorded and played back
Grand vans, no Maybachs
I'm hood
She love my gangster whip
White tee and a handkerchief
Wipe your shit
Swallow, I guess she like the d...
But she choke, guess she like the Knicks
It's no Deng
I leave chicks like Ewing, knees hurt with no ring
No commitment
Miss Miss Submission
I'm Mister Mint Condition

First and second tonight
She call me God y'all
First and second tonight
She call me God

[Verse 2:]
Girl 2
I met her in a Hummer Two
She was stuntin', it was summer too
I'm coming through like mid-August
Grillin' on the left wrist, guess the kid flosses
Come here, get in
Look it's like hell in this Fahrenheit
She got open by the smell of my Fahrenheit
Truck high, real high, fan height
She lookin' nervous. What ma? You scared of heights?
Well the Benz on reservation
Truck 10 feet, rims was regulation
M6 the drop for ventilation
Every whip black, we looking like Rhythm Nation
I'm a ghetto boy, Willy D
Mixed with the lost swag of Billy D
Her pops had a run in the 80's, Sheila E
Krush Groove, she got a crush, she feeling me


[Verse 3:]
Girl 3, conversation like girl 6
I'm on the other line like "oh shit, come quick"
I don't care where we at, I'm a beat it
Some say I'm too fat to be conceited
Well, my life's not average
I flow so right and my wife's a bad bitch
So for me to scoop all I need is some Barry and The Best of Luther
Invest in your future
Enjoy the good food
Fred The God, he a good dude
In any good mood guap ready cake he reaching
Then cop heavy like out of shape policeman
His and hers, your kids can splurge also
Gordo, is for sure doe
Come here mama, Fred is good, I'll make you moan
Yo Vinny Idle, take the song

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