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letra de godzilla - bryson tiller

[intro: bryson tiller]
godzilla is still alive
that’s right, ugh
that’s right
ya, hahahahahaha

[verse 1: bryson tiller]
where ya at
mission right in front of ya
little money funded, i be making fun of ya
ate so many beats, i think i might need a toney test
stunting like this weak sh-t, finna get this honey nut
honey wet, b-tch, i do not do nicknames, ho
you can call me selfish, but that’s only for my main ho
and every time i’m in that thang, she begin to sing songs
these other n-ggas minutemen, like ringtones
god sent, i finna murder these oafers
they don’t want beef when i got hamburger helpers
and i hate being a teacher, ‘cuz they don’t learn lessons
and when these women show up, that’s when i turn selfish
b-tch, i’m way too gigantic, go call the army
hey you should panic, because i don’t show no mercy
homie, i’m a monster, you n-ggas better hurry
cuz i’m going for the t-tle, b-tch, i’m cold like i’m a mcflurry

[chorus: bryson tiller]
i tell ’em
little n-ggas run for your life
i been in the city, all my life
you ain’t talking money, then you ain’t speaking right
i prolly look familiar, cuz i am godzilla
i ain’t see another n-gga if he ain’t my height
d-mn
i guarantee these n-ggas finna know who i am
see i’m pointing to the sky, like lil godzilla man
carry on as a monster, a lot of n-ggas ran

[verse 2: magnum]
i do it
magnum, wrap it up
skinny n-gga, and i’m tat, tat, tatted up
give me that, that, that added up
what it cost? i don’t give a f-ck, bag it up
they mad as f-ck, know they only want to murder cap me
cuz i just bring them to the nest, make them birdies happy
fly -ss n-gga, bet your bird attack me
give me a name and a number, she threw a turkey at me
i’ve been on a f-cking winning streak
told you we were just friends, but i heard your b-tch was into me
sh-t, i’m finna be
f-cking, i ain’t trying to wait
don’t need to check my calendar, cuz i ain’t even tryna date
and i keep doing sh-t for you that your momma can’t
and baby we don’t talk, we just conversate
i do it to a b-tch, i can’t accommodate
cuz godzilla, boy, i dominate

[verse 3: bryson tiller]
like hip-hop, oh right, i can tell you that for nothing
cash flow, mister register
raptor, forever i’m a predator
rug rat n-gga, gotta pick a fur, angelica
when n-ggas tell me their sh-t is cold, i can tell they lying
just sit around and i get better, like some cellar wine
if i see another monster, it’s van helsing time
never with some wings, n-gga, you can count me as h-lla fly
you gotta feel me, like i page yo -ss sucka
i ain’t gon’ eat it, i’ma cater that p-ssy
i’m cold, and that is where i’m taking these rookies
and no faking me wussy, you a make believe, could he, would he
with a cable, thing it’s impossible
ain’t n0body burn me, b-tch, i’m hotter than saliva, healthy
never be k!lling, we really eating, it’s just a hippy, boy, you silly sir
i can tell some n-gga, they about to get their feelings hurt

- bryson tiller

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