Scott Summers - On God Lyrics

I put your bitch in a Porsche
I get it straight from the source
I came out of the snow
Then I went back for the sport
I did it again of course
I did it again of course
I did it again of course
I did it again of course
Aye aye
I did it again of course
Aye aye
I did it again of course
Aye aye
I did it again of course
Aye aye aye

Married to my checks don't need a wife
I'll take the lil out your name I want a lot
Six figures first year I quit my job
I want a Cullinan for all my friends on Christmas
I want a Cullinan for all my friends on Christmas
I should have hit that hoe in the face when I was tempted
I'm in the zone locked in might of popped me a ritalin
Slum shoot from the three like he was a Piston
I want love but it's too much of a commitment
Put my arms around your bitch Larsa Pippin
In this game you drop the ball or you pivot
Aye

I know that it's wrong
I did it again
I did it of course aye

I know what I want aye
I put in my heart and my soul
I wager it all aye

I put it on me aye
I put it on bros aye
I put it on Hov aye
I put it on god
I put it on god
I put it on god aye

When I was 8 I should have died but then I survived aye

It's gotta be god
It's gotta be god
It's gotta be god aye

I slept on them couches it made me a man I was Mulan aye
Got nothing but pride aye

So drop the facade aye
I treat it like 08
I put you in MySpace

Hell is a highway
Heavens a long way
But I did it my way

I did it again
I did it again
I did it again of course