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letra de ohmygoodness! - americantragedy

oh my god!
oh no!
gooper step up in this b-tch and he get back into his flow
he p-ssed his name into the snow
yeah he’s insane if you don’t know
and if that b-tch keep talking sh-t then kick that b-tch right through the door
i just came in here to break some sh-t
ruin life and play with it
spending money, makin’ it
then take a life from fake -ss b-tch
then i do all the sh-t you said i couldn’t do
yeah life is game and all i do is lose
but that’s in my mind so it really isn’t true
i’m just playing with the couple cards that i just drew
acting out but i can’t fake it
probably why my chest is vacant
see the doc’ but i ain’t patient
then go grind while ya’ll complaining
i’m just focused on my payment
stomp your head into the pavement
making fire like the cavemen
then explain just what i’m sayin’
you whippin’ the lamb but i got a forklift
i’m working so hard while you suckin’ off d-cks
i’m working so hard but you ain’t doing sh-t
if you keep acting up you’ll go f-ckin’ broke quick
i’m flippin’ this money like it’s doing gymnastics
stickin’ to the music like i’m a f-ckin’ monastic
don’t needa tell me, i already know i’m fantastic
falling asleep in a gucci print casket
always in trouble but never get caught
rappin’ bout money but don’t got a lot
b-tch tryna f-ck i said “no, you cannot”
and that b-tch is your b-tch and your b-tch is a thot
flow is on fire that’s why i keep a lighter
ran out of weed but i need to get higher
rappin’ so fast you might think i get tired
but i’m busy with the beats and i’ll never retire

breaking out this f-ckin’ place
everyone just give me sp-ce
all you f-ckers sound the same
you won’t ever make it
oh my goodness, oh my god
i can’t feel it at all
oh my goodness, oh my god
i’m the one to save us all
only silver on my f-ckin’ chains
i ain’t fake and i ain’t playing
the whole world will know my name
can you spare some change?
oh my goodness, oh my god
i can’t feel it at all
oh my goodness, oh my god
oh my goodness, oh my god

breakin’ you down with my diamond pickaxe
smokin’ a blunt just to help me relax
i’m chasing these stacks while i’m smoking on wax
then i get so high i’m saying
“oh my goodness, holy f-ck”
bet with me you out of luck
come my way then you get struck
i’m really ’bout it i get buck
oh my goodness, oh my god
came to f-ckin’ k!ll you all
oh my goodness, oh my god
oh my goodness, oh my g-

i do not know why you f-ckboys keep hating me
f-ck what you say to me
hate isn’t changing me
run out of time got no time for a wannabe
i stay to myself ’cause you rappers lack quality
disgrace to your families
game full of enemies
i pray to the fallen to give me this energy
i’m a player and the referee
bouncing like a trampoline
i make these beats just like guarantees
rockstar is my expertise to escape from reality

- americantragedy

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