FL Dusa Feat. Kevin Gates – Dear God Lyrics

Shit I love you for lovin’ it ya heard me coz I love this shit
I’ll sit in here all day, I ain’t
I don’t need no bitch, no nothing
Now when I get, now I ain’t gonna lie when I get somewhere else
I probably be ef’d out on that phone, ya heard me
Yeah

Dear God, I just got out of jail I need you to answer my prayers
I need a plug in Florida, bales and grass unlimited squares
I need a team who willing to crash instead of catching a hat
These niggas been holding these nuts on me so I’m tryna run it up fast
Dear God, I hope that you hear me I need you to answer my prayers
I need you to send me a woman who listen, who is not hearing impaired
Four of a lawyer won’t come with them bands if I ever get in a jam

From trapping hard to rapping hard
Make everyone know who I am

I had a trap house in the street
Flushing a 100 piece every week
No longer sand touching, move my grandmother
Make the car crank without the key
Remember I was broke laying in the can
She’ll turned her back fucking on my man
Now them bales comin in mini-vans
Talkin up to God, Lord was the plan
You one of them we send em’ we standin’ on business we know how to get them delivered (Gates!)
Me and stroke reminiscing I can’t think of nothing I woulda’ did different

I prayed for this I waited my turn put holes in his body he play he get burned
(Oh na na na)
Give me one more turn I try to leave it alone
When they rep him and roast us zippin’ shit open with the chrome

Silly me for tryna trust I went the wrong way love
I used to talk to you all night until the phone hang up
But I ignored those signs
I was blind full time
I put it all on the hustle now I am out of my mind

Dear God, I just got out of jail I need you to answer my prayers
I need a plug in Florida, bales and grass unlimited squares
I need a team who willing to crash instead of catching a hat
These niggas been holding these nuts on me so I’m tryna run it up fast
Dear God, I hope that you hear me I need you to answer my prayers
I need you to send me a woman who listen, who is not hearing impaired
Four of a lawyer won’t come with them bands if I ever get in a jam

From trapping hard to rapping hard
Make everyone know who I am

I was trapping really ’bout action started rapping they know who I am
Know she want fuck on me claim that she loving me bitch eat that ham
Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma’am
Hit some shams, you can scram
Going vroom in the lamb, elegant Cartier pieces reflect on my hand

I’m in the main know she want fuck for them bands but it weren’t apart the plan
Three-point stance spitting that ass from the back I smack it then pull on her hair
No chasin’, I only replace
Long way away from minimum wage
Show prices going up everyday
You wanna see me got to see me on stage

Silly me for tryna trust I went the wrong way love
I used to talk to you all night until the phone hang up
But I ignored those signs
I was blind full time
I put it all on the hustle now I am out of my mind

Dear God, I just got out of jail I need you to answer my prayers
I need a plug in Florida, bales and grass unlimited squares
I need a team who willing to crash instead of catching a hat
These niggas been holding these nuts on me so I’m tryna run it up fast
Dear God, I hope that you hear me I need you to answer my prayers
I need you to send me a woman who listen, who is not hearing impaired
Four of a lawyer won’t come with them bands if I ever get in a jam

From trapping hard to rapping hard
Make everyone know who I am