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gods child - boogie3x lyrics

uhh
aight
one two
wooooooo d*mn
aight
and you don’t stop
yeah
rozay

i’m gods child but the devils target
catch me beefing with my demons
and love did me greasy i’m forever heartless
nothing new under the sun so i was never startled
shoutout to the loved ones off the earth hate y’all forever parted
everybody claim he in the field til they a casualty
catch me in a demon but the devil tryna get next to me
rather throw on that trappеr tho before i cop some gucci
rathеr have on that chicken chase before i flex some louie
sorry baby i’m made in norfolk thats just how you knew me
brodie always say that the body don’t add up
then bodies subtract when the money ain’t adding up
these hoes don’t respect a n*gga if the bag ain’t adding up
i don’t be leaving the bank account the money is masked up
i mean just the mattress where the money get stashed up
pray for moments i’d get raised like this
can’t take my sh*t
and wonder why i’m raised like this
its just survival of the jungle being caged like sh*t
get tired of seeing all my dogs get front paged like sh*t
front paged like sh*t
i get tired of seeing all my dawgs get front paged like sh*t
need 40 acres handing land to every one of my kids
n*ggas pray on my downfall i ain’t destined to win
its certified chicken chase im collecting them ends
i speak into exist really pray for this sh*t
catch me pushing g wags smokings 8th out the zip
catch me pushing a g wag smokings 8th out the zip

aye spray the ozium and clear the room
gods child when im done put me in a tomb
its boogie boogie boogie boogie yeah you know the mood
its 20 thou or better or i won’t move
they on snooze tryna tell us how to live our dreams
they dont know im doing everything for nique and cream
back writing like i need the cream
the streets need a theme so we did our thing
they know my artwork is smart work
to the point like its dart work
im the sh*t you a fart smurf
coward this is gods work
extra credit hard work
summertime yard work
no playing no smirks
they know my smell son of ger el
it gerald or boogie
chicken chaser certified yeah i caught that sh*t
dipped and broiled that sh*t
and they brought that sh*t
im a chicken chaser certified yeah i caught that sh*t
dipped and broiled that sh*t
and they brought that sh*t
its boogie
need 40 acres handing land to every one of my kids
n*ggas pray on my downfall i ain’t destined to win
its certified chicken chase im collecting them ends
i speak into exist really pray for this sh*t
catch me pushing g wags smokings 8th out the zip
catch me pushing a g wag smokings 8th out the zip

- boogie3x lyrics

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