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letra de god fruit - godsgiven

[intro]
yea she want me (huh, huh)
yea she want d (yea she want d)
(yuh) the new racks (yaa)
yea you grumpy (huh, huh)
yea like wassup g (huh, wassup)
i hold all the money (huh, yea)
them boys actin scummy (huh)
your shorty bouncing like the bungee

[verse 1]
feel like jumanji
got the brand new racks (brand new racks)
feel like giovanni (huh)
your girl a thief i call her nami
huh uh yea, wet like a tsunami
huh uh yea, maid like kawakami
huh uh uh, then i change the channel
(boop boop boop)
twelve o clock toonami
(huh, wait)
i got the munchies (huh yea)
gimmie a m-i-l-f (huh)
you got me (huh yea)
i don’t want your auntiе
(woop woop)
feel like vigilante (yea, what)
walking likе a zombie (yea, what)
i don’t think i want these (huh yaa)
devil fruit like one piece
[verse 2]
yea and shawty she bad (yea huh)
had to control us
walk round with that 9 (yea, the nine)
i never notice (what, yaa)
i open the gate (huh, yea)
primary lotus (yaa yaa)
i walk with the bag (yea bag)
no i do not know you (what yaa)
she say she want d (huh yea)
but i cannot show you (what yea)
i kick it like lee (what, yea)
the sand ain’t no use (yea)
i think that i see (i see, yaa)
she a mom like whole foods yea

[verse 3]
(huh huh)
i got the new racks (what)
no i ain’t sharing (no no)
im walking around with the camera i feel like a karen (yuh yuh what)
i just wanna stay in my room but i gotta run errands (yea what yea)
im pouring the juice in the cup, got me feeling so barren (ya ya ya)
yea i pull out the keys i ride, i pull out mclaren (yea yuh yea)
your girl she hot, we spoon, ain’t talking no heroin (ain’t talkin no yea)
she spit out the meat, she geek, i think vegetarian (yea, yea, what)
im walking around with the blade feeling like a barbarian (feeling like yea)
[verse 4]
(huh)
she said she wan hold these (huh yea)
had to tell em like cochise (yea yea)
no i don’t want the stink (no no)
smelling like guac with the mole (huh huh)
but i can’t even think (yea)
too much shine up in my rolex (yea yea)
your boy he talk, yea he gone, k!ll that boy slowly (yea uh)
pull up on the scene its whole lotta red ain’t no ravioli (huh)
yea im praying to god forgive me again im feeling so holy (yea huh)
you better watch out, the chopper gon sing, feel like karaoke (yea yaa)
i knew that your girl was a harlot (yea)
she waking me sick to my guts (yea, yea)
i just might sneak in her room (yaa)
feeling like griffith and charlotte (yaa)
got fifty eight thousand my pocket (my pocket)
feeling like metal gear solid (yea)
that boy he hide in a box
(yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa)
i got the new aim on the target

- godsgiven

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