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orbital - bummy god lyrics

[intro: sogimura]
so*sogimura!

[chorus: bummy god]
make the bullets knock shoes off your feet (feet)
got the drip from burberry, it’s mink (it’s mink)
i’m the teacher, so i got to teach (teach)
that you n*ggas don’t come from the streets (streets)
this drip not p*a*c (a*c)
my family gon’ e*a*t (a*t)
forty thousand, this big ap (ap)
keep pieces, but sh*t ain’t sweet (ain’t sweet)
got to grind to the top now, n*ggas be trying to defeat me (defeat me)
they be saying that i’m hot now, i know them haters deceive me (deceive me)
they be praying that i’m knocked down, i know them n*ggas wan’ beat me (beat mе)
know my n*ggas gon’ slide for me, while your n*ggas ain’t making thеm p’s (them p’s)

[verse 1: bummy god]
orbital
this drip, b*tches ain’t normal though
when they talk about checks, i got 4 of those
we wet ’em up like oracle
we making sh*t historical
i had to go get ???
then we had to flip on some quarter though
i ball, kobe, fourth quarter, ho
then i had to go get the racks in
if you want a feature, then tap in
but you better know that i’m taxing
big ??? leather like falcons
got blue with it like captain
we push away, we maxing
closed*in gates, paul allen
free*throw bullets, josh allen
[chorus: bummy god]
make the bullets knock shoes off your feet
got the drip from burberry, it’s mink (it’s mink)
i’m the teacher, so i got to teach
that you n*ggas don’t come from the streets (streets)
this drip not p*a*c (a*c)
my family gon’ e*a*t (a*t)
forty thousand, this big ap (ap)
keep pieces, but sh*t ain’t sweet (ain’t sweet)
got to grind to the top now, n*ggas be trying to defeat me (defeat me)
they be saying that i’m hot now, i know them haters deceive me (deceive me)
they be praying that i’m knocked down, i know them n*ggas wan’ beat me (beat me)
know my n*ggas gon’ slide for me, while your n*ggas ain’t making them p’s (them p’s)

[verse 2: stevie & sogimura]
i just pulled up with my top down
they see margiela on my feet, yeah
scuff them b*tches on them beaches, yeah
i got him banging for a feature, yeah
but me and bummy in a two*seater
pouring three 4’s up in them 2*liters
got them diamonds on me, it’s a new freezer
keep ’em fully*auto, it’s a street sweeper
i got money, now they want to come f*ck with me
i remember they hated and started sh*t
ain’t want no work, now they looking for partnership
’bout to flex on my ???, yeah
now they can’t ride with us
i know that they mad ’cause we popping up
from the 5th to the north, yeah we popular
i got bands in my jeans, yeah, we stocking up, yeah (so*sogimura!)
[chorus]
make the bullets knock shoes off your feet (feet)
got the drip from burberry, it’s mink (it’s mink)
i’m the teacher, so i got to teach (teach)
that you n*ggas don’t come from the streets (streets)
this drip not p*a*c (a*c)
my family gon’ e*a*t (a*t)
forty thousand, this big ap (ap)
keep pieces, but sh*t ain’t sweet (ain’t sweet)
got to grind to the top now, n*ggas be trying to defeat me (defeat me)
they be saying that i’m hot now, i know them haters deceive me (deceive me)
they be praying that i’m knocked down, i know them n*ggas wan’ beat me (beat me)
know my n*ggas gon’ slide for me, while your n*ggas ain’t making them p’s (them p’s)

- bummy god lyrics

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