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letra de thank my jesus - bandgang biggs

[verse 1: bandgang biggs]
i’m tired of this sh-t, i’m tired of shooting trips
i was gone f-ck her yesterday, but i got tired of your b-tch
n-ggas switching up for nothing, boy them ties get you hit
n-gga tried to shoot me up, but i had god in the whip
choosing -ss n-ggas i ain’t got no picks
cause when that 40 get to busting all y’all getting hit
red beam on the bottom, how the h-ll could i miss
i knew that n-ggas was out here lying, cause his voice high pitched
b-tches lying like i f-cked them, but i never touched them
some of ’em crying, cause i f-cked them and ain’t give them nothing
n-ggas snitching on they n-ggas, man this sh-t disgusting
boy you broke, i’ll throw yo petty -ss some crutches
hoes hoed me back then, now it’s no discussion
you hard head -ss b-tches gone get a concussion
seat belt couldn’t save you this sh-t will unbuckle
this for them b-tch -ss n-ggas who thought i couldn’t touch them

[hook: bandgang biggs]
i wake up, check my bank account and thank my jesus
used to smoke and drink lean for no godd-mn reason
i pray i make it out, and i’ma take my people
oh, you never been a hoe? well i say b-tch me neither
i wake up, check my bank account and thank my jesus
used to smoke and drink lean for no godd-mn reason
i pray i make it out, and i’ma take my people
oh, you never been a hoe? well i say b-tch me neither

[verse 2: bandgang masoe]
i ain’t acting i be really out in traffic
steady out here snapping, weigh straps like a distraction
brody do magic, take sh-t he gotta have it
jumping out a savage, do whatever for the cabbage
my hoes be in patches, to touch ’em you gotta cash it
you want some money hoe? i got a package b-tch catch it
daddy been gone you can label me a b-st-rd
i tell the b-tch i love her cause the p-ssy good to stash it
me and biggs been tied in n-gga
different momma same drama, n-ggas same peer
been through some sh-t, but i swear i’ll do it all again
make that money double, they could’ve swore they seen me with a twin
pray to sin, it ain’t funny all the sh-t i’m in
do it for my mans, they take mines we take two of theirs
no elevators to success, had to take the stairs
shot my n-gga boogz in his face, had to send them prayers

- bandgang biggs

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