Charles Laney – On God lyrics

Verse 1:

We don't think, you even get it
Obviously, you ain't wit it
While you're Reachin for your phantom hit
I'm sendin' you an ambulance

Dont stop, don't stop no
Can't drop, can't drop no,
Like an olympic diver,
I will never body flop tho

& I'm good got the heavy hand
Your man a lame, he dont stand a chance
People came here to see you dancinnn,
On me girl, take a stance

Cause I take off the bras & panties?
Take off the bras & panties
Take off the bras & panties
Man I know feminists can't stand me

[cant stand me,(I Cant stand Youu)
Ima make that pussy pop like I planned to
She cant stand me,(I Cant stand Youu)
But she make that pussy pop like she planned to]

I'ma make that pop pop like I planned to

Make that pussy pop like she
Make that pussy pop like I
Make that pussy pop like she planned to
Make that pussy pop like I planned to

Chorus

Verse 2:

Best player in the game, you can't defend
Sharks no life guard, welcome to the deep end
Peter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,
All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,

Doing the impossible, competition mockable
Laughing my way to the bank, Manny pacio
Might hit the vacay spot...
Critisim can't make us stop

Might get lucky, baby take a shot
Richoche, that ass baby, don't you stop
Anything your doin I can make it Hot
Slow motion with me, the matrix, brr

Back the fuck up, body gaurd godzilla
Movie theater flow, I Michael jackson thrill her
When I beat it up, I beat it up all night though
Beat it up beat it up beat it up

Bird comin' from the air to your underwear
Even in your hair, I'm so everywhere
How did that get there?
Bird comin' from the air to your underwear
Even in your hair, I'm so everywhere
How did that get there?

Peter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,
All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,
Peter pan, windy city, and I got your wendy with me,
All up in the air wayz, got her cumin four ways,

Chorus

Verse 3

Replayin here we go again, syrup sippin villian
Rollin up Napoleon, I'm climbin up the hill again
(speakers) knockin like Jahovas man, you rockin like you know this man
Restock hit the block, baby I'm alive again

Aint no fuckin stranger, hit the street w/ bangers
She had her tounge out, doubled up, middle fingers
Heard she fucked a sanger, & he dont even claim her
& I aint never seen her, word to jerry springer

Chorus:

Outro Skit:

To the haters: I aint never date her
I been in the game told you niggas I'm a player
My nigga I'm lyin', her head game was frying
Off the chain dome, made a nigga phone dome

Off the chain dome, for a dog off the leash
Off the chain dome, dime piece rest in peace
Off the chain dome, hall of fame dome, fame dome
She had a nigga thinkin' his whole brain gone, I'm gone!