Last Time by God Body Bingo Lyrics
[Intro: Girl & God Body Bingo]
It’s not you, it’s Q
Hey
Uh huh
Hey
[Verse 1]
Last time was the last, let so many niggas slide, put away my pride, they was talkin’ cash
That’s okay I got receipts, you can keep the change, now I’m on your ass
Yeah I read the good book, turn the other cheek, leave it in the past
Trying to play me like a dummy, I don’t find it funny, I’ma have to crash
First time was the first, ever since then I’ve been talking church
All a nigga know is praise, I just can’t behave, I been on my worst
Six feet under dirt, turn an open verse to a droven hearse
Bingo be the hitman, you just say thе word, I’ma get it murked, huh
Third time’s bе the charm, I ain’t waiting around, I’ma drop a bomb
Got the whole world sitting in my palm, I’ma sing about it like the book of psalms
People got to know the climate, you just can’t expect a nigga to be calm
Belly of the best, middle of the storm, never mind the weather, I’m in rare form
Let me help you understand, yeah you got a brand, it ain’t Ralph Lauren
Levels to it, young man, yeah you got hands, you ain’t George Foreman
Best believe he conquer what he came and saw
And to the victor goes the spoils so what I say is law
Hey
[Interlude: Leon, Franklin & Jerome]
I want you to listen to me, I been where you at, nigga
But you got to keep fighting, you hear me?
Yeah man, of course
Because this shit ain’t your fault
Believe me, it’s not
When you leave here, go back in that dorm, grab the first nigga you see and beat the fuck out that nigga until they grab you off of that nigga
You hear me? Show ‘em who the fuck you is, nigga
Aight, aight
No, look at this nigga face, man, fuck
Aight, aight
Show ‘em who the fuck you is
[Verse 2]
Nawfside, nigga, praise!
Mob ties, Michael Corleone, you know every man with me made
People calling me the pope, you know every soul with me getting saved
‘Bout to take it from remote to the whole globe, I ain’t finna play
Devils don’t want no smoke, you don’t roll with us, then you’re getting blazed
Getting better as I age like fine wine, so tend to your business, I mind mine
And don’t get offended if I get too busy, I don’t feel obliged to find time
I’ve been on my craft it’s fine-tuned, I’ve been on my path, a high climb
Be cautious you’re crossing a fine line
I’ve been on this math, they don’t know the half
Ain’t taking no stab at it, I’m established, check out the stats, baby, I got status
Never been with no median or average
Niggas be nearsighted, I ain’t nothing like it, I’ma take it where you can’t imagine
Ain’t got no gimmicks, I don’t do no acting, I just got skills, vision, and this passion
I’m from the H like a young rocket, I throw the 4, I got 4 pockets
Run up the score like I’m playing Madden, these niggas know about me, I got options
It’s gon’ be pinpoint if I pass it, do what you want with it when you poppin’
My brother home, we can get it cracking, straight at your dome with it, I ain’t stopping
Look
[Echo]
I’m from the H like a young rocket, I throw the 4, I got 4 pockets
Run up the score like I’m playing Madden, these niggas know about me, I got options
It’s gon’ be pinpoint if I pass it, do what you want with it when you poppin’
My brother home, we can get it cracking, straight at your dome with it, I ain’t stopping
Look
[Outro: Josi Green]
Man, bro, I’m just sitting up here listening to your shit, man
You know you go hard than a bitch, I always tell you that
But man, we need a slow jam or something up out of you, gang
You know the shorties need some love too
It’s not you, it’s Q
Hey
Uh huh
Hey
[Verse 1]
Last time was the last, let so many niggas slide, put away my pride, they was talkin’ cash
That’s okay I got receipts, you can keep the change, now I’m on your ass
Yeah I read the good book, turn the other cheek, leave it in the past
Trying to play me like a dummy, I don’t find it funny, I’ma have to crash
First time was the first, ever since then I’ve been talking church
All a nigga know is praise, I just can’t behave, I been on my worst
Six feet under dirt, turn an open verse to a droven hearse
Bingo be the hitman, you just say thе word, I’ma get it murked, huh
Third time’s bе the charm, I ain’t waiting around, I’ma drop a bomb
Got the whole world sitting in my palm, I’ma sing about it like the book of psalms
People got to know the climate, you just can’t expect a nigga to be calm
Belly of the best, middle of the storm, never mind the weather, I’m in rare form
Let me help you understand, yeah you got a brand, it ain’t Ralph Lauren
Levels to it, young man, yeah you got hands, you ain’t George Foreman
Best believe he conquer what he came and saw
And to the victor goes the spoils so what I say is law
Hey
[Interlude: Leon, Franklin & Jerome]
I want you to listen to me, I been where you at, nigga
But you got to keep fighting, you hear me?
Yeah man, of course
Because this shit ain’t your fault
Believe me, it’s not
When you leave here, go back in that dorm, grab the first nigga you see and beat the fuck out that nigga until they grab you off of that nigga
You hear me? Show ‘em who the fuck you is, nigga
Aight, aight
No, look at this nigga face, man, fuck
Aight, aight
Show ‘em who the fuck you is
[Verse 2]
Nawfside, nigga, praise!
Mob ties, Michael Corleone, you know every man with me made
People calling me the pope, you know every soul with me getting saved
‘Bout to take it from remote to the whole globe, I ain’t finna play
Devils don’t want no smoke, you don’t roll with us, then you’re getting blazed
Getting better as I age like fine wine, so tend to your business, I mind mine
And don’t get offended if I get too busy, I don’t feel obliged to find time
I’ve been on my craft it’s fine-tuned, I’ve been on my path, a high climb
Be cautious you’re crossing a fine line
I’ve been on this math, they don’t know the half
Ain’t taking no stab at it, I’m established, check out the stats, baby, I got status
Never been with no median or average
Niggas be nearsighted, I ain’t nothing like it, I’ma take it where you can’t imagine
Ain’t got no gimmicks, I don’t do no acting, I just got skills, vision, and this passion
I’m from the H like a young rocket, I throw the 4, I got 4 pockets
Run up the score like I’m playing Madden, these niggas know about me, I got options
It’s gon’ be pinpoint if I pass it, do what you want with it when you poppin’
My brother home, we can get it cracking, straight at your dome with it, I ain’t stopping
Look
[Echo]
I’m from the H like a young rocket, I throw the 4, I got 4 pockets
Run up the score like I’m playing Madden, these niggas know about me, I got options
It’s gon’ be pinpoint if I pass it, do what you want with it when you poppin’
My brother home, we can get it cracking, straight at your dome with it, I ain’t stopping
Look
[Outro: Josi Green]
Man, bro, I’m just sitting up here listening to your shit, man
You know you go hard than a bitch, I always tell you that
But man, we need a slow jam or something up out of you, gang
You know the shorties need some love too