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letra de put u on a shirt - godhandusa

[intro]
“h-llo?”
y-y-you’re listening to a gortiverse exclusive
(is it like the hand of god- god- god- god- god- god- god- god-)

[verse 1: mongo]
godhand roll straight out the dirt
mongo put you on a muhf-ckin’ shirt, hoe (boom)
you a scrub, you a dud, you a herp, lil b-tch
f-ck around with the hand, get hurt
yo’ ass won’t make it to the spitter
one shot to the head, ten shots in the middle
five shots to the spine, leave yo’ dumbass crippled
three shots to the mouth, like you suckin’ on a nipple, lil hoe (aye)
can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t nun’
got a big d-ck in the front end of my gun, b-tch (boom)
i don’t give a f-ck ‘less you talkin’ ’bout some funds
i’m the mothaf-ckin’ sh-t, make a sucka’ havе the runs
put you on the end of my horsе, gettin’ cold, big a on the waist if you tryna’ act bold (aye)
no names, boy gimmie that dope (what? what? what? what? what?)
hoe, you f-ck around, you f-ck around, get f-cked around, get smoked, b-tch
d-mn, i’ma really get to trippin’
put a sucka’ on a shirt, put a sucka’ on a fitted
put a sucka’ on some pants, put a sucka’ on some mittens
smoked out, loked out, 9 that i’m grippin’
you crazy if you tryna’ get committed
put my shorts at my ankles at your grave and i’m sh-ttin’
pop a muhf-ckin’ squat, like an opp when like seven shots poppin’
[?], hoe (boom)
servin’ sucka’ shots like a bartender
pop-bender, nail in the coffin, like a carpenter
yo’ b-tch beggin’ for the d-ck and i scarfed in her face
f-ck a hoe still i got her seein’ stars in her brain
hit a f-ckin’ stain on a lame
tryna’ cl!ck with the hand, you retarted or a saint (aye)
man, it’s all the f-ckin’ same
it’s the h-a-n-d rubbin’ off that paint, b-tch (boom)
[verse 2: gonda]
turn a mothaf-cka’ to a tank top
check a sucka’s sh-t, talkin’ to me like a blank box
lay him down if he actin’ like a demon and send him up way above the ceilin’, rah
to k!llin’ mc’s, i’m a addict
black and white fit like tv static, can’t see me
i’ma put him on a beanie
rubbin’ off the paint, pop out like a genie, b-tch, bow
brown boy like aladdin
put a mothaf-cka’ on game like madden
shots like 2k, shots like dousay, shots like a movie, dvd, blu-ray, b-tch
hand a god my religion
shots do him like a screen print, get filled in
now he underneath the buildin’
put him- put him on- put on a gilet (boom)
for american apparel
easier than shootin’ all the fish in a barrel
t-this sh-t up in my jeans, like a levi
i’ma black out on a mic ’til i’m senile (b-tch)
in my element like i waterbend
motherf-cker actin’ like a b-tch, you are not a man (nah)
i could f-ck your b-tch in the back of your car, on the floor, on the couch, or a water bed (boom)
he found out, call me a motherf-cker
brown hoe tastes good, like a nutter b-tter
what’s crackin’, like a kit-kat bar
out the door, like trick or treat, b-tch, when it’s dark (b-tch)
that wood look like bark
i’m a dog in the sheets, in the streets i’m a shark (boom)
loud packs smell like a fart
i’ma put him on a backpack, actin’ all smart, b-tch, bow

- godhandusa

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