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letra de on god - migodeuce

[intro: migodeuce]
tylian made the beat
yeah
i’m that n-gga, huh
i’m that n-gga, huh

[chorus: migodeuce]
i’m that n-gga, huh, yeah, that’s on god
i can f-ck your b-tch anytime i want
in the studio, n-gga, i go dumb
young wild n-gga, yeah, i do too much
that’s on god, n-gga, yeah that’s on god
i can f-ck your b-tch anytime i want
in the studio, n-gga, i go dumb
young wild n-gga, yeah, i do too much

[verse 1: migodeuce]
i’m that n-gga, no cap, that’s facts (aye)
n-gga, relax (aye)
imma just run to the racks (aye)
imma get me a bag (aye)
ooh, look, i got him upset (aye)
ooh, look, he mad (haha)
i just be f-cking your b-tch, aye (your b-tch)
she calling me dad (papi)
aye, i’m that n-gga for real (uh-huh)
yeah, i don’t need a deal, yeah (no deal)
but f-ck it, i need me a mil’, yeah (a mil’)
like naw for real, yeah
like man, like, f-ck how you feel
hop on the beat and you know imma k!ll
keep it a hunnid, you know i’m too trill
b-tch, i’m big dawg, n-gga, ain’t no lil
i was just down, down bad
n-gga, no cap
i needed some racks, so i had to trap
i ride with the gang, yeah, they got my back
i call them my folks, my slime, my slatt
yeah, i’m big wolf so i lead the pack
i got them addicted, my songs is like crack
play it one time, yeah, they coming back
they f-ck with the boy and you know that’s facts

[chorus: migodeuce]
i’m that n-gga, huh, yeah, that’s on god
i can f-ck your b-tch anytime i want
in the studio, n-gga, i go dumb
young wild n-gga, yeah, i do too much
that’s on, that’s on god, n-gga, yeah, that’s on god
i can f-ck your b-tch anytime i want
in the studio, n-gga, i go dumb
young wild n-gga, yeah, i do too much

[verse 2: dvbbledee]
i’m that n-gga, yeah
that’s on god (that’s on god)
you a fake, you a clown, you a fraud
i be in the studio, f-ck a job (man, f-ck that sh-t)
in the booth, go so hard, go so hard
yeah, pull up on your block with a pistol
hunnid shots won’t miss you
wipe your nose, tissue
heard you got a problem with me, well, we can solve that issue
hunnid round drums, hunnid round drums
hit you like a missile
hit you like a (bah-bah-bah)
straight out the mud, my music a drug
i guess you can call me the plug
can’t show no love
why? cause i am a thug
all y’all n-ggas some b-tches, yeah, and that is a dub

- migodeuce

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