new god flow

Singer:kanye west

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

come and have a good time with g-o-d

i believe there's a god above me

i'm just the god of everything else

i put hoes in everything else

new god flow

fuck everything else

supreme dope dealer

write it in bold letters

they love a nigga spirit like pac at the coachella

they said pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

but i was good with the yay as a wholeseller

i think it's good that ye got a blow dealer

a hot temper

matched with a cold killer

i came up more

for more than just to rhyme with him

think '99

when puff would've had shyne with him

going ham in ibiza done took a toll on us

well since you over do it

imma pour more

well if you going coupe

i'm going four door

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

come and have a good time with g-o-d

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

come and have a good time with g-o-d

step on they necks till they can't breathe

claim they five stars but sell you dreams

they say death multiplies by three's

lined them all up and let's just see

fuck 'em ye

fuck 'em ye

i wouldn't piss on that nigga with grand marnier'

they shit is shopping at target'

my shit is luxury balmain

i'm balling

i'm all red

a nick sold in the park then i want in

what's a king without a crown nigga

what's a circus without you clown niggas

what's a brick from an outta town nigga

when you flood and you can drown niggas

it's the good music golden child

m-a dollar sign can't nobody hold me down

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

shake that body

party that body

come and have a good time with g-o-d

hold up

i ain't trying to stunt

man

but these new yeezys jumped over the jump man

went from most hated to the champion god flow

i guess that's a feeling only me and lebron know

i'm living three dreams: biggie smalls'

dr. king's

rodney king's

cause we can't get along

no resolution

till we drown all these haters

rest in peace to whitney houston

cars

money

girls and the clothes

aww man

you sold your soul

naww man

mad people was frontin'

aww man

made something from nothing

picture working so hard

and you can't cut through

that can mess up your whole life

like an uncle that touched you

what has the world come to

i'm from the 312

where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

like where did god go?" in his murcielago