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letra de deep space shooters - s god

[hook: s god]
we some
deep sp-ce shooters
full clip ruga
b-tch i’m servin’ free smoke
hit ’em with the ‘zooka
it’s enough to go around, don’t sweat it
we don’t take to disses lightly, imma come back
don’t forget it
we some
deep sp-ce shooters
full clip ruga
b-tch i’m servin’ free smoke
hit ’em with the ‘zooka
it’s enough to go around, don’t sweat it
we don’t take to disses lightly, imma come back
don’t forget it
yuh

[verse 1: s god]
i know they ain’t ready for the sh-t i’m on
in your playlist since the midnight song
b-tch i been iconic since way back
when i was still goin’ by alec, b-tch i been a great act
i got people hatin’ on me through the gram
on the cool be lame but online be the man
don’t n0body f-ck with you, that’s why you jealous
project self hate onto me, we can tell this
it’s obvious, you can just tell by my audience
that’s why you see wannabe’s they be copyin’
takin’ my sh-t and then claim inspiration
you wanna be me ’cause i’m reachin’ the nation
style too fye, i get why they want it
funniest sh-t, they don’t know how to flaunt it
these wanna be rappers don’t have the ability
claimin’ they artist but lack versatility
terrible writers that can’t flow at all
that’s why in the crowd i be stadin’ out tall
it’s only one god but 1,000 of y’all
big boss sh-t, i ain’t never gon’ fall
your sk!ll level that of like jake paul or tana
wantin’ to rap ’cause you wanna get bands up
lackin’ the sk!ll to write any good stanzas
capturing trash when you film on your camera

[verse 2: lil wigg]
deep sp-ce shooters
coming straight from the southwest
never had a bulletproof?
maybe you should invest
pull the trigger
emptying the clip until there’s none left
never aim to wound what i’m shooting
i must confess
f-ck someone who really thinks that they’re my compet-tion
im a k!ller on the mic and in real life
i know you’re wishing
i would give up to quit spitting
but i’m never gonna give no one permission
to be ripping my position
and my views and inhibitions
give me two minutes
bank hit seven digits
boy you’re as about as ugly as your kid is
i don’t mean to cross any lines
i don’t wanna be a prod
but you spit it like you’re hard
but you a fraud
got the courage now but the youth was your appeal
what happened to making songs about the way you feel?
no one wants to hear it now
cause they know it ain’t real
and like homie said on “than my life”
‘the clips tape be a k!ll’
k!lling anyone in my way
i don’t give a f-ck what you say
better than you on your best day
you gon have to learn the hard way
try to make a hit
but you don’t know what to say
all you do is talk about drugs and call my people g-y
thinking bout it got me where i don’t know what to say
cause your homies send me all your sh-tty music every day
i just think about the times when sh-t used to be okay
now you’ve pushed me to the point where i just gotta say

- s god

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