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letra de thank god - jay plush

“[verse 1: thank god]
grew up eating top ramen pb&j
any chance i get —–
i’m eating lobster and steak
i’m a have it my way
i won’t make a mistake
i’m going hard in the paint with everything that it makes, —- with me
never off, always on duty
paper chasing bust a l!ck brown skinned cutie
flip the chips bust a whip brand new jewelry
—–said he do he only wish that he knew me, excuse me?
yeah i ain’t no joke
i’m on these —- heads necks and throats
they don’t want smokе
the missing ingredient thеse b-tches is bland
i put this spice up in your life like i’m making the band
collabo, k!lling —-like i’m rambo
military mind no disguise when i shine tho
outshine — mando chasing the check
like i was in the booth where you —- was at?
like when i was in the gym where you —- was at?
but when i was in the booth where you —- was at?
[chorus: thank god]
n0body had my back when i was ten toes
now the bag getting fat fake friends show
thank god for the real —–off top
57th normandie big moe’s spot
hood laced lil nut big jmoney
rich rollin stay rich blue strip hundreds
[verse 2: thank god]
no penny pinching nada cause i love to shine
real thoroughbred chick out to get what’s mine
meaning bout to ball out
let the cash fall out
when i see some bull —-
i’m a call it right out
totally new to it yet and still true to it
god’s plan full effect, totally glued to it
catch a clue to it like hey won’t he do it
any obstacle or stagnate he just removed it
a real goal getter, dope rhyme spitter
hater —- mad real — — wit her
— with me if you need that impeccable flow
you want it once, you want it twice
i might give you some more
i’m a outshine the opps, outline the plots
delegate the plays, call all the shots
big mouth plush burning bands in a benz
sliding lexus or the beemer
looking good with my friends
[verse 3: thank god]
real — sliding off with a real —-
to the back — — we don’t deal with it
cocaine white whip boy i’m still whipping
black — black glock boy i’m still tripping
make a — baby mama bust it down for me
all this drip on my neck call it drown on me
blue strips when i flex hundred round drummy
thank god for my —- let’s get money
“

- jay plush

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