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Thank God (Explicit) - Boldy James/Chuck Strangers
Lyrics by：Boldy James
Produced by：Chuck Strangers
Where we at
227
Yeah
50 Gwuap Ziploc
Just wanna take time out to thank God
Mafia what else
Scarface the movie did more to me than the face mob
The Based God work on the flow told bro Don't quit your day job
Thankful where I'm at I could be back on that K pot
So every night I thank God yeah we gon' be straight Taj
Pray to the great skies all them flakes and them great pies
Take girlie down pull up one and then I face me a trey-five
If thirty ain't enough brought the mini Drac' for the gate bobs
Y'all niggas better thank God all we did was had the safe rise
Feelings I can't hide
I can't
I take pride
In pushing it to the limit while they fearing bold-faced lies
No faking
Paid my dues never went to church or paid tithes
But every day I thank God
I pray
No Mary J Blige
A hundred guns a hundred clips niggas can't slide
It ain't wise to go against the grain if you ain't God
Niggas ain't gang niggas ain't squad quick to shoot
'Cause they can't squab I thank God that I don't smoke no fake 'za
Still get work off my face card could be behind them state bars
Blockworks
Six-hundred-fifty K large I ran more base than A-Rob
Yeah
In the field with the crimi' now I'm watching my J nod
I had to thank God double drum in my AR
All praise
After-market them switches factories on the Bimmer
Yeah
Honey bun in my Goyard ain't no pulling my ho card
Skrrt
Bro gon' do it for no charge just for ups on the scorecard
Grrt
I had to thank God all praise to the most high
Let's get it
Been multi-faceted since Manger on McNichols in my basinet
Big Bold
Wrist would have a hundred 'fore I cash a check
Yeah
Was left on the plane I let her have the rest
Ayy
She told me Baby thank God this ****A1 like you passed the test
Smashed them grams smacked the'rex wrist a birdie plain
Skrrt
A baking soda water fire merge with 'caine
Ayy
Sending Chase with Fetti on that Jersey Train
I told my nigga Thank God that the feds ain't catch you dirty gang
Where we at
In my hood they know me as Lil' Mooch or Scurry James
Jack Jack
Before the perks of fame nigga had to lay down that murder game
Brrt
Came a long way from air mattresses out them Section 8s
That's why I gotta thank God and pass around the collection plate
Thank God
