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letra de god complex - jason paul

and wait, let me say, how, how tall are y’all?
’cause i know men be lying about they height, y’all be (i’m six foot)
you don’t ask questions right now
you six-foot, or you five-ten? (i’m six, six, i’m six-foot) don’t be asking questions
how tall are you? (don’t be asking questions, i ain’t even)
(pull up! pull up, pull up)

[chorus]
yeah, nah, what’s happening?
i’m in the left and maxing out the meter
the company i keep is why i never feel to need you
truthfully, i never knew your figure was anitta level
i know that relationship as twisted as your tea was
need a shaleesa
need a deshae that stay a hundred like the beeper
lil’ mamacita, let’s film a feature
i need a barbie who gets mixed up with sabrina

[verse one]
god d-mn, you can tell me that when we’re back at the telly
send you a zelley, i know how you love that motherf-cking green next to your name just like it’s kelly
now you stacking heavy and you rapping makavelli
back to back distractions, now i’m back to feeling jelly
pick her brain, she crack, so now we keep it slow and steady
doll, it’s getting hot and heavy
don’t forget, i’m not a petty ex
i’d rather you see celebrate the moments that i know you ain’t forgetting
gyal it’s, ’bout the size texas
you a walking lesson
i’m so young and reckless
you don’t want to test it
message all you exes
i just marked the spot so well, you losing her affection
you losing my attention, d-mn bro
my wings ain’t spread until i b-tterfly a lambo
and she a fan so much she tryna join the famo
and i’m not talking about a yacht, but when you land, hoe, let’s catch up at the grand
i just want to see you dance
i can’t pass it off, i’m in the left and maxing out the meter
the company i keep is why i never feel to need you
truthfully, i never knew your figure was anitta level
i know that relationship as twisted as your tea was
need a shaleesa
need a deshae that stay a hundred like the beeper
lil’ mamacita, let’s film a feature
i need a barbie who gets mixed up with sabrina

wait a minute, tmi, oh, i’m so high, i had to text her
i guess i’m extra since we talking ’bout semesters
don’t ask no questions, we go back like f-cking tekken
and while you checking for approval, i’mma dead ’em
aye, they too fed or state
pray for better days
if i’m getting paid, it’s ’cause i let her wait
think about it
you goody two and when it’s through, you go and drink about it
my kicks are something out of halloween, it’s witching hour
as if this isn’t ours
she sweet then flip to sour
she mixing d-ck and shower
been had commitment issues
would rather those instead of dealing with official titles
come meet the boss and it’s the same thing that i wish my rivals
open that christian bible
i’m christian bale in terms of playing lead, i’m sick, a psycho
that’s right, the d-ck the type to make her wanna script a typo
pretend she lit then drop the truth, i’ll be like, “sh-t, if i know”
2025, you the bonnie to my clyde and we maxing out the meter
the company i keep is why i never feel to need you
truthfully, i never knew your figure was anitta level
i know that relationship as twisted as your tea was
need a shaleesa
need a deshae that stay a hundred like the beeper
lil’ mamacita, let’s film a feature
i need a barbie who gets mixed up with sabrina, god d-mn

- jason paul

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