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Estee Nack — God Is Love
Artist: → Estee Nack
Estee Nack — God Is Love — lyrics
[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Nackie Chan, wha-ta!
Yo, son
[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Santo Domingo, helpin’ the Gus to get to the people
It’s niggas watchin’ us shine like kings, bro (Shiny)
Golden ring though, a lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs like dingo (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches to come and mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Makin’ the paper to stack up chips that tall like Pringles (Money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast it, fourth Clicquot
We done made this work
The dopеst niggas that got exposed that we gon’— (Yеah)
Can’t believe he gettin’ dirt and really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, deal with Os of perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (Uh-huh)
It was only used for just to poke in needles and shit (Fuck)
He’d want it even more if he knew it was lethal (That’s crazy)
The dope came up (Uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (Nack)
I tap the jumper like it’s Dominican then bolt bro (Jokin’)
Feel offensive, but when I sing in the Benzo (Vroom)
I up it from downers, Addies and benzos, yeah
[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Diamond dancin’ (Uh), nine-hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin’, more in the pan (Yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham (They did)
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant (Haha)
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (Woo)
The answer is me (Woo)
I told the plug «Make sure it’s Tia Landry
I want it to look like the last one you handed me» (I do)
He hopped out swingin’ the chopper like a canopy (Brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (In my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred-grand a week
Angela Bassett, I had it flamin’ in the street (Haha)
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (Tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin’ her make-up in the vanity, look like DaniLeigh (She do)
I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
And when she made it (When she made it)
When she made it (When she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove
[Outro: Keisha Plum]
Peace, God
God is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending
(Conductor)
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