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Goyard God
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakeem Calief Myer
Rakeem Calief Myer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Animoss
Animoss
Producer
Trevor Wright
Trevor Wright
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Oh, baby) Hundred block (hundred block) Huh, hundred block (hundred block) Pimpstead, nigga Shit crazy Answered the call, declared war I swore I saw blood on the dance floor (I seen it) Contact the janitor when the shells from the hammer fall Laying on the floor by the handful It's cool, the flannels made of lamb's wool Took my chances dancing with wolves Now the Lamborghini Urus is tangible The steering wheel ain't never felt hands this smooth (never) It's crazy I don't even get manicures (woo) I told shorty, she stole jewelry from me This authority (sit yourself down, yeah) You can't be airing out family laundry, that shit corny (shit corny) The naked city came with eight million stories Baby girl eyeballs got watery (cryin') Lord, give me the strength not to abuse my authority How long is the tallest tree? Got a quarter in the Goyard toiletry In all colors from orange to green (woo) I'm shitting on everything (shitting on everything) Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings My artistic prowess, these are God-given powers Cowards ain't wanna give me my flowers, it's childish Don't make me beat a bitch down on some Chris Brown shit And spin the block on your town 'cause I'm well-rounded (sit yourself down, yeah) Boy, I'll down you, you should wear crowded Niggas down with you left dumbfounded Astounding, cop the Patek Philippe drowned it Left the counter wet like a pound of salmon It's real, it don't just sound slick on the album Six for the trousers, I'm just browsing arouses 11 thousand It's hard to stay grounded when you a falcon (it's hard) Huh, this the top the mountain It's clouded, I don't know what clout is I don't count niggas chips like accountants I just know the crocodile's Italian I don't know what else more I could tell ya Huh, I don't know what else more I could tell ya Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (chill, man) Designer cars make the bitches wave (I genuinely be worried 'bout y'all niggas, man) I'm shittin' on everything (The fuck y'all niggas gon' do, man) (When I wake up and find out this shit ain't gon' work?) (Sit yourself down, yeah) Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (fuck it) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything (back to) I'm shitting on everything (this, memories) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shitting on everything Huh, nigga (Oh, baby) (In autumn water) (It's not always easy) (But as the salmon move forward upstream) (The grizzlies are here too)
Writer(s): C Meyer Rahkeim, S Miller Reuben Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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