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letra de fugazi - s god

[verse 1: s god]
rollin’ diesel in a blunt, lil b-tch i’m gassed up
i left all that goofy sh-t inside the past bruh
don’t you talk to me unless you talkin’ cash bruh
bruce wayne an op, turn him to a b-st-rd
you fugazi, the whole gang know
think you high up, we gon send you to them angels
switchin’ out my whips like i switch out my main hoes
bet that choppa stick your ass and i ain’t talkin’ -n-l
she gon really shake it
i got thotties wanna top me on a daily basis
they be throwin’ p-ssy, ‘fore i eat it say my graces
we was cramped up in that dead end, now the crib is sp-cious
what the f-ck you on
i been on too long
p-ssy imma be the greatest, got it set in stone
s god run the ‘tone
that boy just a clone
i can’t let none of these n-gga take me out my zone
p-ssy

[verse 2: s god]
better watch your mouth, we’ll turn you to a blunt
i don’t run from sh-t, i’ll knock the head up off a c-nt
i’m a southside baby, i don’t play no f-ck sh-t
i’m with all the smoke, if it’s up then it’s stuck b-tch
he don’t want no smoke
he don’t want no smoke
he don’t want no smoke
oh no, no, he don’t want no smoke
he don’t want no smoke
he don’t want no smoke
i know he a p-ssy
know that boy don’t want no smoke
southside raised me
you n-ggas fugazi
you could flex your gun up but you n-ggas do not faze me
aye
imma get the bag, it’s not a maybe
i could glance right at her, that’s enough for her to chase me
you could try your best but you could never steal the sauce i got
you could tell the gods from men ’cause men gon f-ckin’ talk a lot
ghetto tatted shawty, pick her ass up right there on the block
so much acne on the face, i can’t even f-ckin’ see the clock
aye
got the maison margiela’s
i’m a made man
i’m a goodfella
to the game i’m goat
and to your b-tch i’m daddy
the way i make her sing
that b-tch gon need a grammy
fact’s

- s god

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