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letra de god did - jb binladen

{verse}
i stunt on these hoes, i been missin’ calls
a hundred some bows trying to get them off
shot em, catching b’s it like randy moss
and we be throwing b’s, you lost in the sauce
b-tch this shirt louis v, nah this ain’t lacoste
i pay that fee to get a n-gga off
they waiting for me, its like them n-ggas lost
we do what we doing then they rip it off
they don’t understand us because them n-ggas soft
stack it up a rubber band, this sh-t been getting tall
i told you i’m a bloodhound bandit, who the f-ck is y’all?
this sh-t like wwe, b-tch all my n-ggas raw
you n-ggas still can’t f-ck with me, and we don’t f-ck with ya’ll
if we ain’t the hottest over east, you on some f-cking ‘nayl
my b-tch was steady twеaking, ask me did i f-ck her? nah
bounce out on thеy block, we squeezing, n-ggas tripping, running, fallin’
i don’t do this sh-t for no reason, this sh-t for my dawgs
i do it for the ones that breathing and the ones that’s fallen
you can’t ham step this sh-t, you got to know i’m all in
so if you ever need me, hit the phone, just call me
i’m in the raq ridin’ with that b-tton that’s that get him off
they dropped our lo’ we came out flushing, i know they salty
i hit the hoe, same one you cuffed and that b-tch steady stalkin’
we treat this sh-t just like it’s nothing, you n-ggas try your hardest
and you can’t call me just no rapper, i’m more like an artist
i paint a picture, you can feel this sh-t these n-ggas fraudulent
this sh-t my life, i spit the realest sh-t i put my heart into it
hit it from the back, i’m finna k!ll this b-tch she put an arch in it
this new opp out pack, i’m finna roll it up i need some grabba though
we in the raq and this b-tch hot, bloodhound b-tch we hotter though
i’m a vet up at this sh-t, you a rookie not a pro
i ain’t never been no b-tch or no snitch or a hoe
and you know this sh-t don’t stop b-tch, you know we on go
i done made it off the block list, i won’t cheat no more
arp will make the car flip, make that b-tch hit a note
they ain’t believe in this sh-t god did, you know how that go

- jb binladen

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