God Loves Violence - B.o.B

Ay, I don’t trust no pig

Cops kill a nigga in the streets

Then don’t do no bid

Oh you, Oh you, tryna keep me safe from Covid?

Used to be a poor kid, now the smoke potent

Don’t worry what a hoe did, hoe shit

Poke her in both ends

Most these niggas be rodents

Nigga, you bogus!

Pocket full of posies, nigga is roses

Niggas want contact, niggas want protest

I don’t want no peace

Niggas my sons, but I gotta be a good dad

I don’t want no beef

I don’t owe a nigga shiiiiit!

Not, not a crumb

I bet these fuck ass niggas want me to bite my tongue

They don’t like what I say

Want me to un-sing these songs I sung

But you can’t take back them bullets them police put in your son

Take it how it come, yeah

Eyy bitch

It’s Murd n' Mercy

She slurp, then burp me

Make her twerk for me then

Smoking that bluegrass

That’s perfect

Yeah I preach, but bitch don’t church me

Yall don’t be hanging with nooo hooooes

Yall like Bert and Ernie

Bitch you a bird, bitch be chirpin

Bet she gon perch, whenever I’m sturdy

Give her some ?, give her some Burt’s Bees

When she around rappers, she get real flirty

Bitch, how you 20 think you the shit?

Prolly be mad by 26

Burnt out by 31

Single with 30 sons

She think Ima take her to brunch?

Shit, I just need to hit it once

She wanna fly Virgin, I put her on Spirit

She catching the holy ghost soon as I hit it

BOW!

God Loves Violence

And bitches hate silence

The rich hate riots

But niggas ain’t compliant

I find it odd as I’m smoking on a hybrid

Okay you a mogul, what’s a dollar to a titan?

If hers a plane, I’m a pilot

I said, sometimes I’m a bed shaker

Sometimes I’m a bread maker

Don’t doubt your intelligence

Cuz these niggas uneducated

How do you sleep after all of them artists you fucked over?

Usually the nigga who robbed you

Be somebody who know you

From your own hood!

Or your family maybe

Hating behind your back

But in your face, they be animated, like

Ugh, Bobby go tough

Ugh, I got the stuff

Ugh, call out your bluff

Can’t hold me down

Cuz, as is below, so is above

Fuck off her makeup, I’m making her blush

Hahaha, Eyy

Some cows graze in the grass

I just smoke the grass

She too young to hit

I don’t want her ass

I’m going to pass

Haha, holdup

Call me, call me Kamia

From Columbia

Eastside mafia

I was rocking furs

Michael Tyson Drugs

Bite her ear Van Gogh

Ghetto Dracula

Cocaine on my tongue