New God Flow.1 (Explicit) - Ye/Pusha T/Ghostface Killah

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Terrence Thornton/Herbert Rooney/Ronald Bean/Highleigh Crizoe/Dennis Coles/Reverend G.I. Townsend/Marcos Valle

Composed by：Kanye West/Terrence Thornton/Herbert Rooney/Ronald Bean/Highleigh Crizoe/Dennis Coles/Reverend G.I. Townsend/Marcos Valle

Somebody been running a long time

Somebody

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**k everything else

Supreme d**e dealer write it in bold letters

They love a n***a's spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said push 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 killer

I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99 when pff woulda had Shyne with him

Yuugh

Matchin' Daytonas rose gold on us

Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us

But since you overdo it I'ma 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

Ric flair 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

Woah

Shake that body party that bod

Woah

Shake that body party that body

It's the new God flow n***as

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Yo

Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by threes

Line them all up and let's just see

F**k 'em 'ye f**k 'em 'ye

I wouldn't piss on that n***a with grand Marnier

Woo

They s**t is shoppin' at targét

Woo

My s**t is luxury Balmain

I'm balling 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 out of town n***a

When you flood and you can drown n***as

Yuugh

Here's the good 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 the 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 uh

'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

Nah man mad people was frontin'

Aw man made somethin' from nothin'

Picture workin' 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 throug

H and dreams don't come true

Like there the God go in his Murcielago

From workin' McDonalds barely payin' 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

Forty killings in a weekend

Forty killings 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

Ark 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 ayy that's what Richard Pryor say

And we'll annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any d**e 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

Yeah n***a

Yeah I had my I had my Jesus piece since '94

I don't know what

I I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout

And my eagle

Still got it all in the bag B

Yeah

All I did was play possum

Yo come on

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub

Medallion on Dove soap on the fresh cut

With soap suds on the Mac-11

My big lion haven't ate since

Twelve and it's after seven

We feed the n***a like forty chickens

His tail wag when I send him

A bag with just one victim

Uh-huh now let me show you what my closet on

Gems in the display case call it a rock-a-thon

I I got soccer moms payin' for cock

Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok

Comin' with flows that is toxic

Come on

Deadly fumes when I'm in the room

Repercussions occur when you dry snitch

Red light green light one two three

Look mean got my machine cried and hit you please

Said and shake that body scar up that body

Should I kill him now Tone

I said Probably

Side bets are four and better

Bust hammers with pot holders

And yo dead a cow for his f**kin' leather

I'm not bow-legged but old school like Redd Foxx

My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops

My gold eagle arm s**tted out a red rock

Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots

Kanye shine a light on my Wallabees

You can have a good time with G-O-D

Shake that body party that bod

That's rare n***a

Shake that body party that bod

Ric flair 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

Woah

Shake that body party that bod

Woah

Shake that body party that body

It's the new God flow n***as

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Yo

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