Paroles de #dopefrancis (american trap)

Lupe Fiasco

pochette album #dopefrancis (american trap)
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
And jesus is my connect, mane
God is dope, a hundred bricks
And muhammad my connect, mane

I got these, i got these, i got that
If i rip it, nigga, i ain't coming back
I be stunting, but you know where i'm at
I can't leave, i push some american
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Great american
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

(verse 1)
F-i-a-s-c-o sigh
L-u-p-e me oh my
Ba-ba-baby, we don't die
Live by multiples and nines
So if it's nine and all, that shining ball, i'm all of y'all combined
Crybaby, that never miss, i'm balling all the time
What's the cost to all this crying?
I ain't falling, i ain't hurt
But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of work
Cut it in the studio then rap it in a verse
So low so them popo, man, i catch it in the search
But i'm stupid, i'm so smart, i ain't have it in the first
Might stop at the right block, if i'm paperless i might not direct
God is dope, jesus my connect


(verse 2)
Speaking to that fire, preaching to that choir
Open up that c, g-o-d is my supplier
Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing when i heard that
Double up this fishscale, maybe bring all of these birds back
Birds are determinant to enjoy all this lovely weather
Never say never, said it so that won't happen ever
Ever so clever, yes sir, i get more close than webber
He cold, he cold, he cold, that's just means i'm getting better
Ego, ego, ego -- three birds are those three letters
Stop it, i'm just trying to find a prophet
Like i'm trying to align my pockets
With those fine designer wallets full off cheddar
Cheesus - like a picture full of (?)
Preachers -- i pulpit like a michael vick
Bless - god is dope, muhammad my connect

God is dope, a hundred bricks
God is dope, a hundred bricks


(verse 3)
O-v-e-r-d-o-s-e everything i does
Noah got a bolo that got shit from up above
Gotta pick a side because they fight a war on drugs
Well, you can tell 'em cartel cause i'm riding with my blood
Riding dirty, call it bible study
And i pray you keep them pigs up out my way
Because we eating like ramadan in the evening
So gotta re-up like five times a day
And faithness is like the keys to the kingdom
And the yayo for the halo, got my triple beam leanin'
And an m3 with a trunk full of what everybody fiendin'
And my rearview mirror cool, i see no daredevils or demons
So god is dope, i'm slinging
David with the bricks, i'm kingpin
Trying to make me miss, they atheist
God is dope, serving like it's '86



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