Pusha T - New god flow - single version (explicit) lyrics

Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D I believe there's a God above me I'm just the God of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," f** everything else Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters They love a n***a's spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the Yay' as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper, matched with a cold k**er I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck) (Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us) Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!) (But since you over do it, I'mma pour more) Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare n***a!) Shake that body, party that bod (Rick Flare n***a!) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah n***a!) Come and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah) Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!) Shake that body, party that bod (Whoa!) Shake that body, party that body (It's a new God flow n***as!) Come and have a good time with G.O.D Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe Claim they five stars but sell you dreams They say d**h multiplies by threes Line them all up and let's just see f** em 'Ye, f** em 'Ye! I wouldn't piss on that n***a with Grand Marnier (Woo!) (Woo!) They sh**ty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!) (Woo!) My sh** is luxury Balmain (Ay!) Im ballin', Amar'e A nick' sold in the park then I want in What's a king without a crown, n***a? (What?) What's a circus without you clown n***as? (Ha!) What's a brick from an outta-town n***a When you flood and you can drown n***as? (Yughck!) Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know I'm living three dreams Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw man, you sold your soul Naw man, mad people was frontin' Aw man, made something from nothing Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true Like there the god go in his Murcielago From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note He even got enough to get his mama a condo Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom 40 k**ings in a weekend, 40 k**ings in a week Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain? Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame? And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains? In Jesus' name, let the choir say "I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say And we'll annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music! And all my n***as say "G.O.O.D. Music!" And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!" I don't know but I've been told (I don't know but I've been told) If you get fresh get all the hoes (If you get fresh get all the hoes) I'm way fresher than all my foes (I'm way fresher than all my foes) Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please pick out they clothes) And all my n***as say "G.O.O.D. Music!" And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!" Who runnin' sh** today? G.O.O.D. Music! Who runnin' sh** today? G.O.O.D. Music!