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letra de killer bs - fedd the god

[intro: fedd the god]
yeah, yeah, ha
they want that north sh-t (sh-t)

[verse 1: fedd the god]
hit the corner, park the whip
get out, get the baddest b-tch
i’d rather cool behind the scenes
but i got some savages
call me mister, put that sh-t on everywhere
no average sh-t
and i’ve been ballin’ top ten
sports center -n-lyst
lil baby want me put some d-ck in her
but can she handle it?
i like my bottles with some romance
baby light the candlestick
and i got looney to my left
wе say, “aye bro, she kinda fit”
and now she wanna f-ck thе gang
because she think we kinda rich
and i got every kinda b-tch
i done sold every kinda zit
these n-ggas hate because i’m up they looking every kind of p-ssed
you see this bulge in my left pocket it grant every woman wish
we get money over here n-gga we every kind of lit
[chorus: fedd the god]
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
i’m with some neighborhood crips
black, white and asian
i like every kinda b-tch
even puerto rican she go crazy on the d-ck
scared of them mcqueens
see my f-cking truck outside
that’s the car of her dreams
i got shrooms in my jeans
outfit clean
she f-ck with a skinny n-gga
cause the d-ck is really mean
g-bong, blowing all the steam
ysl, mix it with some lean
i got cookies and kk
i might f-ck your b-tch today
baby girl i gotta work
i could never ever stay
i got bb’s heavy flavor
she wanna f-ck with a tailor
[chorus: fedd the god]
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress

[verse 3: chevy woods]
they hanging out that window with that drake singing that’s choppa talk
b-tch i’m from the bird that p-ssy fire and that’s proper talk
she said she got some friends
i put my man on it
she popped her ass i popped the band and threw some cash on it
hit her from the back and told her this ain’t what you used to
her n-gga whole circle sweet
them n-ggas fruit loops
i just hit the gun store
told’em, “glop me, mask on with your b-tch dancing”
jabberwocky
i used to serve them junkies everything off that pago
she know i got the sauce, i can’t get that b-tch prego
her n-gga wanna be me, she want cc
she like fenty, she like fendi
[chorus: fedd the god]
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress
i had every kinda b-tch, skinny slim thick
i sold every kinda zip, coke weed p-ss
i’m every kinda lit, n-ggas broke sick
i’m every kinda rich, banks mattress

- fedd the god

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