Lord Giveth Lord Taketh Away by Freddie Gibbs
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, we book niggers for shows
Take all they money and jewelry for good-dicking these
hoes
Buck-naked, leave 'em exposed, my bitches, I line 'em
up
Sex texts, naked pics, have 'em thinking she down to
fuck
That's my MO, at the M-O-T-E-L
With a hot plate of some hard bitch, I bet these sells
Quicker than Jordans on a Saturday, psycho like Donny
Hathaway
God as my witness
Going for bitches like I'm a Latter Day
Saint, but I ain't, I'm one of Satan's descendents
Fathering nigger's flows, I should claim 'em like they
dependents
Taxin' niggers on wax cause they get it
Rap is the act, trappin' and packing gats
Arrest court date, hard times, heart break
Grind 'til the last crumb, selling dubs soft shake
An open shop and a close mouth'll keep your mouth fed
[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
Lord giveth, Lord taketh away
Make a dollar for tomorrow, we gon' take it today
I guess I'm in to take your shit, that's what it take
to get paid
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