Don Trip - God Speed (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Don Trip - God Speed (Lyrics - Paroles)

Don Trip - God Speed (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Hook)

I’m still on my job

I got work to do until my mom can quit her job

Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve

RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull

All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls

At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad

Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall

If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all
(Verse)

You lil niggas too soft, cotton balls

I ball

Cotton ball with top cash shit

That’s all I know

Spit game so sick I might stuff yo nose

High, I’m fly with a flock of hoes

Let the bitch ride me, she love control

Been 14 months since I shitted on niggas

So pardon me while I drop a load

These lil rappers got way too comfortable

Boy you’re sweeter than Jana’s jungle juice

Hit yo block, with all these drums

Yo labels would think a parade was comin through

Call yo bitch like baby I’m comin through

She like “oh, okay, I’m wakin boo”

I’m so sorry if you think I’m savin you yo chances of Shawty

Then these is daisy dudes

I’m too great to lose, so fly, I just flew the coupe

Great hair, yes I’m getting O’s

Still getting blow like chicken noodle soup

Who gon stop me? I’m still waitin for a candidate

All these busters swear they riders

Until they ridin in the ambulance

I’m more wealthy than I ever been

The sex is sweeter than gelatin

I’m bout that body and all my closets got choppas inside and not skeletons

I stick to that money like it’s magnetic

I’m saving my heart for miss Halle Berry

I live life faster than Kyle Perry

Your money’s funny and Malcolm the edit

Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit

Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti

May God look after the unlucky bastard who left with the hassle to come and get me

Woo! Me so arrogant, me no give no fuck

Pop quiz, who the shit?

Alright, pencils up

Where my competition?

Oh I wish I’m loved

Cus I don’t give a shit and I’m not givin in and I’m not givin up

Rock the game plan, alright stick em up

Fuck yo feelings until I get enough

All that money still I can’t get enough

Count so slow, Shawty I’m not in a rush
(Hook)

I’m still on my job

I got work to do until my mom can quit her job

Put it all on me, maybe I won’t let it starve

RIP to Lil Paper, I turn back around and rap pull

All the hate in this world, and my word and my balls

At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by yo broad

Got a fully loaded pistol, with my back against the wall

If it’s me against the world then I plan to take em all

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