You Need God song by KEY! from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Atlanta Rap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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You Need God Meaning
| [[Intro: KEY!] Yeah Yessir, yeah Okay, yeah Ya know, yeah Ya know, yeah Ya know, yeah Ayy [Verse 1: KEY!] Life’s a trip, ain’t it? If you can trip off life, I need a hit, ain’t it? If you got more than one life, is you a cat, nigga? I don’t know who they is, but I am that nigga Okay, I popped me a whatcha call it, need more water Okay, shut up sons, I got one daughter Okay, chin up, hun, ’cause you can do better Okay, I ain’t seen nothin’, heard nothin’ just like I’m Helen Keller Okay, I’m talkin’ sugar bread Ever since I ate it, I can’t get it out my fuckin’ head And I ain’t talk and tell Whole fam on my back just like some fuckin’ [?] My girl, she talk in runway pieces now I’m from the A whеre peace is fucking gonе I’m from the A where all my bitches thick We all players, baby, take your fuckin’ pick Damn, I want everything like the Once-ler I got young niggas smackin’ shit like the Kekambas I just went to church and they was harmonizing Plus I got it on me like I’m advertising Damn, roll the weed, dog Damn this god, man they got the big dog Damn, I need the Bentley, I’m a big dog Damn, roll the weed, dog , [Interlude] I mean you’re going through hell right now and you’re needing God [Verse 2: Tony Shhnow] I told the bitch she will never understand me I’m high just like the pilot, first class, I just landed My [?] cost a key I Africaned my diamonds, and my hoodie Japanese My bitch a ratchet, I don’t like the model hoes I’m indecisive, I can’t pick, so I need both of those I look like I serve crack, diamonds white, this stripper black Used to eat McDonald’s, now, when hungry, I just grab the Mac It’s just me and you, and I ain’t goin’, so that’s gon’ be that You try to be me, you should try to be realistic All the guns got switches, we ain’t trippin’, we trip with it Bitch so bad that I had to put my dick in it Every time I’m in the traphouse, nigga, it’s a lick in it I told the jeweler I’m a plug, put a brick in it Car automatic, but I got a stick in it This bitch so bad, I had to let my bitch hit it Call the coupe royal flush ’cause I got that shit in it [Outro: KEY!] Ya know, yeah Ya know, yeah Ya know, yeah Ayy] |
