She Call Me God 2

[Intro] ..(female singing) I'm so fat boy fresh ..(female singing) Still pump God ya'll [Verse 1: Fred The Godson] She like, fats nice You know the God blessed her 7-50, black iced car freshner Browns Philly D[?] She know I got a wife But can we really be? She tellin her friends about me Where we been, then we outtie 2 whips back to back, Benz and an Audi That’s how I service Dont wanna leave her deserted like Saudi Arabia, bad bitch but I play wit' her You probably get nervous Don’t know what to say to her I take her on the road, probably rent a van I dont get bitches who dont follow me on Instagram I’m sorry, I’m just showing off The ice Ma, in my, Miami cuban going off The streets still say I’m hard And if her phone off I bet she still call me God [Hook] X 2 ..(female singing) Yeah, she called me God ya'll.. ..(female singing) Yeah, she called me God ya''ll ..(female singing) [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] She said I move like a mobster Put the chicken Parmesan right over the pasta Then a message follow Then she ask for a menage You get the same thing? Huh No Ya'll can miss me with the lying You miss your girl, she here lying, next to me She in ecstasy, without ecstasy Took a picture with me Just for her X to see Said the nigga hate me She gon' make the nigga hate that he ain't me Especially these Louis Vuittons on fly I call em the Nick game, they got the spikes on the side O what you looking for your wife? She inside Where you parked? She just part of my park, she a slide The streets still say I’m hard And you can take her phone I bet she still call me God [Hook]