Cancion : On God
Artista : Lil House Phone
Album : Voicemails
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-on-god-de-lil-house-phone


[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this bitch
Oh god, I'm so fucked up I can't walk in this bitch

[Verse 1]
I keep on popping percocets, I think I fucked my liver
Some niggas paid me for some verses, but I never sent em
These niggas asking for favors and I never listen
I'm trying to make a lot of money saving for my children
A million dollars in my bank account now that's fulfilling
They in their feelings, niggas mad cause I don't feel em'
Well fuck your feelings bitch I'm trying to drop my roof no ceilin'
My niggas barking off the leash, they off the roof to [?]
These niggas popping on twitter but be so defenseless
My niggas catch you in the trenches, we gone spilt your wig and
My niggas pull up with the semi aim it at your children
Don't give a fuck about your grandma nigga deal wit it

[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this bitch
Oh god, I'm so fucked up I can't walk in this bitch

[Chorus]
I'm riding down the 4th with a gun on my hip
So high you can't see me, all the smoke in my whip
That's on god, bout to stumble I can't walk in this bitch
On god, I'm so fucked up I can't walk in this bitch

[Outro]
Aight, let me hear that back
420 Tiesto!


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