Dos,
Aye, what's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
Look,
My niggas was hungry struggling to f*cking find the way
Dreams of greener grass, and heaps of cash to buy my pain away
Niggas always test, and test, and test til they see heaven's gates
Niggas always flex, and flex, and flex til they feel muscle strain
That's why i'm kioken x10 they asked me what was happening (grrr)
Got off the vicodin, well really half Rx cabinet (and)
I was off of beans, off the leash, awfully arrogant (and)
Ditch the office scene, grab Hennessy and a Klonopin
Busy seeking peace might reach for peace and breach the firmament
I supply her needs and now her knees are feeling pressuring
They're worrying about me not of the policies of their president...
(yes, i took it there again)
Why niggas inconsistent? always change, and change, and change again
Her shit fire like arson park this car legs shake like parkinson's
Wet as noah's ark a couple sharks wrist watch with diamonds
And now she's begging me for finance
*very mean insults*
Niggas so unconscious help them get their third eye get opened up (what else)
These niggas called me lame yes that shit worked it didn't work enough (what else)
I'm adam in the garden where them f*ckin' serpents lurkin bruh (what else)
And if you want beef we got poles tucked for cold cuts!
He f*cked up oh he done f*cked up so stfu (shhh)
Chop tucked cooked his bitch ass up what a red lobster
On my father these aren't some mobster they're f*cking actors
They're some lackers
Pretty boy in sperrys could his thrasher
Fact of the f*ckin' matter pussy don't matter
Chasing real f*ckin' guap now to ball like raptors
Number one es un facto might ask the pastor, if God is such a pretty woman, where do i ask her,
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
One more time
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
You get it.
God Is a Woman Video (MV)
Performed By: Eli
Language: English
Written by: Ariana Grande, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Martin Karl Sandberg, Rickard Bertil Goransson, Savan Harish Kotecha
Eli - God Is a Woman Lyrics
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Dos,
Aye, what's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
Look,
My niggas was hungry struggling to f*cking find the way
Dreams of greener grass, and heaps of cash to buy my pain away
Niggas always test, and test, and test til they see heaven's gates
Niggas always flex, and flex, and flex til they feel muscle strain
That's why i'm kioken x10 they asked me what was happening (grrr)
Got off the vicodin, well really half Rx cabinet (and)
I was off of beans, off the leash, awfully arrogant (and)
Ditch the office scene, grab Hennessy and a Klonopin
Busy seeking peace might reach for peace and breach the firmament
I supply her needs and now her knees are feeling pressuring
They're worrying about me not of the policies of their president...
(yes, i took it there again)
Why niggas inconsistent? always change, and change, and change again
Her shit fire like arson park this car legs shake like parkinson's
Wet as noah's ark a couple sharks wrist watch with diamonds
And now she's begging me for finance
*very mean insults*
Niggas so unconscious help them get their third eye get opened up (what else)
These niggas called me lame yes that shit worked it didn't work enough (what else)
I'm adam in the garden where them f*ckin' serpents lurkin bruh (what else)
And if you want beef we got poles tucked for cold cuts!
He f*cked up oh he done f*cked up so stfu (shhh)
Chop tucked cooked his bitch ass up what a red lobster
On my father these aren't some mobster they're f*cking actors
They're some lackers
Pretty boy in sperrys could his thrasher
Fact of the f*ckin' matter pussy don't matter
Chasing real f*ckin' guap now to ball like raptors
Number one es un facto might ask the pastor, if God is such a pretty woman, where do i ask her,
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
One more time
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
You get it.
Aye, what's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
Look,
My niggas was hungry struggling to f*cking find the way
Dreams of greener grass, and heaps of cash to buy my pain away
Niggas always test, and test, and test til they see heaven's gates
Niggas always flex, and flex, and flex til they feel muscle strain
That's why i'm kioken x10 they asked me what was happening (grrr)
Got off the vicodin, well really half Rx cabinet (and)
I was off of beans, off the leash, awfully arrogant (and)
Ditch the office scene, grab Hennessy and a Klonopin
Busy seeking peace might reach for peace and breach the firmament
I supply her needs and now her knees are feeling pressuring
They're worrying about me not of the policies of their president...
(yes, i took it there again)
Why niggas inconsistent? always change, and change, and change again
Her shit fire like arson park this car legs shake like parkinson's
Wet as noah's ark a couple sharks wrist watch with diamonds
And now she's begging me for finance
*very mean insults*
Niggas so unconscious help them get their third eye get opened up (what else)
These niggas called me lame yes that shit worked it didn't work enough (what else)
I'm adam in the garden where them f*ckin' serpents lurkin bruh (what else)
And if you want beef we got poles tucked for cold cuts!
He f*cked up oh he done f*cked up so stfu (shhh)
Chop tucked cooked his bitch ass up what a red lobster
On my father these aren't some mobster they're f*cking actors
They're some lackers
Pretty boy in sperrys could his thrasher
Fact of the f*ckin' matter pussy don't matter
Chasing real f*ckin' guap now to ball like raptors
Number one es un facto might ask the pastor, if God is such a pretty woman, where do i ask her,
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
One more time
What's the definition of this muthaf*ckin' broken heart?
'Cause bitches on my dick, so tired of blowing smoke like broke exhaust
And Allah if u made this why the hell you have to go so far?
Like, why'd the f*ck you have to...
You get it.
Writer: Ariana Grande, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Martin Karl Sandberg, Rickard Bertil Goransson, Savan Harish Kotecha
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.