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God is the spirit

The spirit is God

The spirit within me so I am a god

Gone in a Mazzi

Pop a molly for my mental

Broad getting sloppy on my body being sinful

Calling to the lord saying that she needed grace

While she rub up on your boy getting nut up on her face

I'm feeling blessed like I said achoo

On her chest is 2D's and she want mine too

Thick chick on her knees said she only wanna please

I'm feeling blessed like a mufuckin' sneezed

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee

It's blue ice on the watch and it cost blue cheese

No ranch but I'm dressing

Blessed and never stressing

Got ya girl in my phone telling me I'm her obsession

She choosing you losing

Beat the pussy up it's bruising

She loving how I'm moving and she's loving how I do it

Hit it from behind

Now that booty on rewind

Leaning back while we recline and she telling me it's mine

Fucking for the clout

Let me finish in her mouth

Shawty know what I'm about

Get my nut and then I'm out

You thought she was a keeper

Should've never let me meet her

Blow her back out like a speaker

Beat it up and then delete her

You want her as your main

Hate to say that you insane

Blew my mind out with her brain, yuh

(Jesus Christ, who is this nigga?)

Steady on the rhyme

You would think this was my job

Only write divine lines like I ghostwrite for god

God is the spirit

The spirit is God

The spirit within me so I am a god

Gone