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letra de serena - s god

[intro: s god]
braids in my hair like i’m venus, serena
p-ssy talk sh-t and i’m uppin’ this nina
mean as a b-tch like my name is regina
nuclear bars like they straight from korea

[verse: s god]
braids in my hair like i’m venus, serena
p-ssy talk sh-t and i’m uppin’ this nina
mean as a b-tch like my name is regina
nuclear bars like they straight from korea
b-tch i got green on my mind like a chia
beat up the p-ssy and never call peta
touchin’ my money i’m uppin’ the heater
like it was the winter and we in the freezer
i’m cold
b-tch i got gold
all on my t–th and my neck is on froze
i been the best but they already know
’cause n0body better as far as i go
b-tch i’m really ’bout it
i got water like a fountain
d-ck is bigger than a mountain
too much money in my pockets gotta hire too accountants
when i’m checkin’ on my balance
know that i can buy a palace with the payoff of my talents
oh no
d-ck up in your throat
foreign b-tch slobbed on my kn-b when i hop on the boat
10 to 12 inches make you choke
b-tch i got double g print on the coat
grippin’ on a weapon when these b-tches get to steppin’
better count your f-ckin’ blessings when i pull up in your presence
i could never go to heaven ’cause the people that i threaten
never live another second when i decide to reckon
pull up on the b-tches that were hatin’ in the past
go ahead and talk your sh-t but this word will be your last
got the k up in the grip and i bet it’s gonna blast
never talkin’ hands when i say i’m boutta clap
bang
that’s 3 shots to your brain
1 shot to your spine so you never step again
motherf-cker try to test but i bet he gon’ fail
bank number too big to be worried ’bout the bail
b-tch you got me f-cked up
tell that b-tch to shut up
b-tch you got me f-cked up
tell that b-tch to shut up
broke b-tch wanna f-ck with me
i don’t slang this d-ck for free
b-tch you know my history
my demons still live with me
hallucinating visually
i still see them vividly
stuck inside my mind
don’t get better with time
i don’t got compet-tion lil b-tch i got copycats
you ain’t stockin’ ammunition you get put in a body bag
when i’m playin’ with the fire you get burned like somebody fat
don’t you test me, imma k!ll you, they won’t know where the body at
i’m a ride or die motherf-cker, never gon’ switch
i rap better, got the bars to show the fans you a b-tch
i hold the key to the game, got the world in my grip
the flawless marksman, hit my target, b-tch i’m never gon’ miss

- s god

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