New God Flow.1 (feat. Pusha T & Ghostface Killah)

Kanye West

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    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 GOD

    [Pusha T]
    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, fuck everything else
    Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
    They love a nigga'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 wth a cold killer
    I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
    Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him
    (Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
    Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us
    (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
    Shake that body, party that bod
    Shake that body, party that body
    Come and have a good time with GOD

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    [Pusha-T]
    Step on their necks till they can’t breath
    Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
    They say death multiplies by threes
    Line them all up and let's just see
    Fuck em 'Ye. Fuck em 'Ye!
    I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
    (Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Tar-Gét
    (Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
    I'm ballin', Amar'e
    A nick sold in the park then I want in
    What's a king without a crown, nigga?
    What's a circus without you clown niggas?
    What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
    When you flood and you can drown niggas?
    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

    [Kanye West]
    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's, Rodney King's
    'cause we can't get along, no resolution
    Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
    Cars, money, girls and the clothes
    Aww man, you sold your soul
    Naww man, mad people was frontin'
    Aww 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 312
    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 front of his mom
    40 killings in a weekend, 40 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 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 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

    [Kanye West]
    G.O.O.D. music! G.O.O.D. music!
    G.O.O.D. music! G.O.O.D. music!
    And all my niggas 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 niggas say G.O.O.D. music!
    And all my ladies say G.O.O.D. music!
    Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. music!
    Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. music!

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