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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Kanye West Pusha T - New God Flow Lyrics

I believe there’s a god above me
I’m just the god of everything else
I put hoes in everything else
New God Flow, f**k everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters

They love a nigga’s spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha aint fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler
I think it’s good that Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, 

Matched wth a cold killer

I came up more, 

For more than just to rhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him
Matching Daytonas, 

Rose gold on us
Going ham in the ? 

Done took a toll on us
But since you over do it, 

I’mma pour more
Well if you go coupe, 

I’m going 4 door
Shake that?
Come and have a good time with G-O-D.

Step on they necks till they can’t breathe
Claim they 5 stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by three’s
Lined them all up and lets just see
F**k ‘em ‘Ye, f**k ‘em ‘Ye
I wouldn’t piss on that nigga with grand?

They shoulda shopped in target
My shit is luxury gourmet
I’m ballin’, 

I’m all red ?
Whats a king without a crown nigga
Whats a circus without you clown niggas

Whats a brick from an outta town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas
It’s the good music golden child
M-A-Dollar sign aint nobody hold me down

Hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But the Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. King, Rodney Kings

Uh, cause we can’t get along, 

No resolution
Till we drown all these haters, 

Rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aww man, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was frontin’
Aww man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard and you cant cut through
That can mess up your whole life, 

like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, 

Where cops don’t come through, 
And dreams don’t come true
Like where did God go, 

In his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, 

Barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Than they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 

40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope that Sunday service
We got green in my eyes, 

Follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame

Ran to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, 

let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, 

That’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’

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