Kanye West

Texty písní Alba

New God Flow

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

I believe there's a God above me

I'm just the God of everything else

I put hoes in everything else

New God Flow, fuck everything else

Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS

They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller

I think it's good that Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper, matched with a cold killer

I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99, when Puff would've had Shyne with him

(matching Daytona's Rose Gold on us)

Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us

Well since you over do it, imma pour more

Well if you going coupe, I'm going four door(wooo)

Shake that body, party that body(that's rare nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(Ric Flair nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(yeah nigga)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D(yeah)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)

Shake that body, party that body(it's a New God Flow)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Step on they necks till they can't breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by three's

Lined them all up and let's just see

Fuck 'em Ye, fuck 'em Ye

I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier'

They shit is shopping at Target'

My shit is luxury Balmain

I'm Balling, I'm all red

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown nigga

What's a circus without you clown niggas

What's a brick from an outta town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas

It's the GOOD Music golden child

M-A dollar sign can't nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man

But these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams:

Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's

Cause we can't get along, no resolution

Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww man, made something from nothing

Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to, I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like "Where did God go?" In his Murcielago

From working McDonald's, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And went to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

In Jesus name, let the choir say

"I'm on fire ay," that's what Richard Pryor say

And we annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

I don't know what I've been told

(I don't know what I've been told)

If you get fresh, you get all the hoes

(If you get fresh, you get all the hoes)

I'm way fresher than all my foes

(I'm way fresher than all my foes)

Somebody please pick out they clothes

(Somebody please pick out they clothes)

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

Who running shit today, GOOD Music