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ON GOD Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobbie Angel
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Bobbie Angel




Bobbie Angel - ON GOD Lyrics
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I don't give a f*ck
That's on God mother f*cker
If you gon' bark, better bite bitch
Cuz I'ma squeeze it, I don't fight bitch
I got ten toes down on that line
You f*ck with mine, then you gon' die
And that's on God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Bobbie upped that 45 then let it spark (God Damn)
He ain't even stop or hop up out that car
Guess he told us he'd be quick to catch a charge (Then he said)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
Never been a killer, but I don't suggest you test it
I got shooters in the south, and they be praying over breakfast
It ain't nothing, they gon' put a couple in you just for flexing
Then get back to cashing checks and counting mother f*cking blessings
Any mother f*cker wanna get it, you can get it
I don't really give a f*ck, I'm on go
And I know I'm good from the top to the bottom of the bottom
So I ride through the block real slow
Got a couple hitters in the back of the 'Lac
With a strap in they lap and they hats real low
Whip to your crib, bust in your door
Probably thinking we here for the dough
You ain't got money, and we don't do snow
Put your hands up, and get down real slow
Heard on the road you're a kick-door pro
But you f*cked with the wrong one, now you gotta go
Reaching for the strap, mother f*cker hell no
Matter of fact, I ain't got no time for the chit-chat
Click clack boom, mother f*cker, gotta go hoe
(Boom Boom Boom)
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Bobbie upped that 45 and let it spark (God Damn)
He ain't even stop or hop up out that car
Guess he told us he'd be quick to catch a charge (Then he said)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
If you gon' bark, better bite
Cuz I'ma squeeze it, I don't fight
I got ten toes down on that line
You f*ck with mine, then you gon' die
And that's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (God)
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I don't give a f*ck
That's on God mother f*cker
If you gon' bark, better bite bitch
Cuz I'ma squeeze it, I don't fight bitch
I got ten toes down on that line
You f*ck with mine, then you gon' die
And that's on God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Bobbie upped that 45 then let it spark (God Damn)
He ain't even stop or hop up out that car
Guess he told us he'd be quick to catch a charge (Then he said)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
Never been a killer, but I don't suggest you test it
I got shooters in the south, and they be praying over breakfast
It ain't nothing, they gon' put a couple in you just for flexing
Then get back to cashing checks and counting mother f*cking blessings
Any mother f*cker wanna get it, you can get it
I don't really give a f*ck, I'm on go
And I know I'm good from the top to the bottom of the bottom
So I ride through the block real slow
Got a couple hitters in the back of the 'Lac
With a strap in they lap and they hats real low
Whip to your crib, bust in your door
Probably thinking we here for the dough
You ain't got money, and we don't do snow
Put your hands up, and get down real slow
Heard on the road you're a kick-door pro
But you f*cked with the wrong one, now you gotta go
Reaching for the strap, mother f*cker hell no
Matter of fact, I ain't got no time for the chit-chat
Click clack boom, mother f*cker, gotta go hoe
(Boom Boom Boom)
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Bobbie upped that 45 and let it spark (God Damn)
He ain't even stop or hop up out that car
Guess he told us he'd be quick to catch a charge (Then he said)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
If you gon' bark, better bite
Cuz I'ma squeeze it, I don't fight
I got ten toes down on that line
You f*ck with mine, then you gon' die
And that's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (Yeah)
That's on God, That's on God, That's on God (God)
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