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letra de gods - jaye

[intro: jaye]
east side, east side, east side
til i die, ’til i die
yeah, fly mob sh-t, n-gga
fly motherf-ckers get with it, n-gga

[verse 1: jaye]
i got noodles on the stove, fridge full of o’s
i pour the champagne and give myself a toast
yes i mean to boast, swag i hold the most
i hang around with goons, i got a closet full of gold
rep that et straight east side, where we let that beef ride
f-ck around and get deep fried, givenchy rag in my levis
been fly since knee-high, your b-tch was stolen by the new guy
smokin’ weed got borin’ and man, i’m lookin’ to find some new high
baby girl, give me two sides, super-size with those leg and thighs
get in that p-ssy and improvise, i get it wet then i go inside
best believe i gotta shine, best believe i go for mine
super-villain, megamind, you just a eight and i need a dime
long paper, short gangster that’s semi-9 fit me fine
hit a n-gga like twenty times, you try to run, hit you from behind
f-ck n-ggas better stay in line, gettin’ paid off f-ckin’ crime
take a look at how a boss ride, scarface, the world is mine

[hook: jaye]
all i do is stack, i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas
all i want is these b-tches, all i want is these riches (money)
all i want is this money, all i want is these b-tches
pop beans when i lean, it’s like it’s all a dream
we like gods
(dear god, i wonder can you save me?
we like gods
i can’t die, my boo-boo’s bout to have my baby)
we like gods
(dear god, i wonder can you save me?
we like gods
i can’t die, my boo-boo’s bout to have my baby)
we like gods

[verse 2: jaye]
strapped up like i’m rambo, swaggin’ out in my camos
makin’ n-ggas examples, i thought i told you go ham ho
my sprite dirty, i sip it slow, b-tch bad she dip it low
she do what i say cause i get the dough
but f-ck that b-tch, i’m tryin’ to get me mo’
the f-ck you think that i’m in it for?
i done came up in a benz
bad b-tch and her friends
all this money i f-ckin’ spend
i can’t do nothin’ but f-ckin’ win
here i go again tryin’ not to sin (sorry)
f-ck it, orange juice lots of gin
sh-t f-ck it, okay, i’m drunk
man these b-tches better swallow d-ck
hollow tips on these p-ssy n-ggas
they not real, they counterfeit
bad b-tches make my d-ck bigger
n-ggas mad, n-ggas mad, they don’t f-ck with that little n-gga
wouldn’t have it any other way
f-ck anything that them n-ggas say
f-ck them n-ggas, boy, get your pay
hustle hard like every day
that bad b-tch, i turned her out, she so in love what a n-gga ’bout
i ain’t tryin’ to f-ck, i just want her mouth
sippin’ lean like i’m in the south
but this sh-t in the midwest
praise the lord to my last breath

[hook]

[verse 3: ab-soul]
ab-soul, new god flow
imagine kanye west pushin’ a ton
yayo in my vocals
i’m flippin’ the bird and flippin’ the tongue
middle fingers up to the po-po
still no love to these hoes though
all i want is these b-tches (soul-o)
all i want is these riches (soul-o)
bird crumbs to you pigeons
i’m gettin’ high in the lo-lo
gettin’ head while i drive, but, i don’t even drive yo
make a right at that light
pop a bean, i just might
bag your b-tch, i just did
she said she seen me on vevo
easy call, west side
we keep the peace and pull straps out
you in the back, i lead the pack
you either pack or get packed out
i eat the track, i send it back and deposit checks and pull cash out
you blowin’ cot, i’m blowin’ pot, i’m throwin’ rocks at your gl-ss house
f-ck you think i do it for?
i done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, godd-mn
i wrote this sh-t faded in amsterdam
jesus pieces ain’t enough
chop that lamb and paint it blood
before i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep

[hook]

- jaye

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