Lyrics Fred The Godson – She Call Me God 2

*female singing*
I’m so fat boy fresh
*female singing*
Still pump God ya’ll

Fred The Godson:
She like, fats nice
You know the God blessed her
7-50, black iced car freshner
Browns Philly D
?
She know I got a wife
But can we really be?
She tellin her friends about me
Where we been, then we outtie
2 whips back to back, Benz and an Audi
That’s how I service
Don’t wanna leave her deserted like Saudi
Arabia, bad bitch but I play with’ her
You probably get nervous
Don’t know what to say to her
I take her on the road, probably rent a van
I don’t get bitches who don’t follow me on Instagram
I’m sorry, I’m just showing off
The ice Ma, in my, Miami cuban going off
The streets still say I’m hard
And if her phone off
I bet she still call me God

*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya’ll…
*female singing*

*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya’ll…
*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya»ll
*female singing*

Fred The Godson:
She said I move like a mobster
Put the chicken Parmesan right over the pasta
Then a message follow
Then she ask for a menage
You get the same thing? Huh No
Ya’ll can miss me with the lying
You miss your girl, she here lying, next to me
She in ecstasy, without ecstasy
Took a picture with me
Just for her X to see
Said the nigga hate me
She gon’ make the nigga hate that he ain’t me
Especially these Louis Vuittons on fly
I call em the Nick game, they got the spikes on the side
O what you looking for your wife? She inside
Where you parked?
She just part of my park, she a slide
The streets still say I’m hard
And you can take her phone
I bet she still call me God

*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya’ll…
*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya»ll
*female singing*

*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya’ll…
*female singing*
Yeah, she called me God ya»ll
*female singing*