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letra de smoked out - s god

[verse 1: s god]
dirty motherf-cker lurkin’ in the f-ckin’ trench
black mage, warlord, f-ckin’ on your wench
lil clout b-tch i’m a cutthroat k!lla
sn-tchin’ all the dope out your motherf-ckin’ villa
who the f-ck you think you talkin’ to
watch your f-ckin’ att-tude
keep inside your avenue
keep outside my field of view
i don’t wanna see you, you a b-tch boy ya
think you got the throne, you gone get knocked off
bringin’ war to your front f-ckin’ door, lil wh-r-, 5 shots to your core, leave your chest more than sore
real f-ckin’ warlord, slitin’ throats with a nova sword uh
summon friends with oiji board yuh
i don’t wanna do it but they pushin’ me uh
sad when friends turn to enimies yuh
cross me and you gonna face the penalties uh
give a f-ck if you a scrub or celebrity yuh
i take out your heart and i feast on that sh-t, see you can’t f-ck with me, i’m too leathal lil b-tch
i’m a beast with the clip, imma eat out your b-tch then head east with the whip
body bags on deck, for any motherf-cker talkin’ sh-t on the set
530 kr, 8002
why they call me lil cannibal? imma show you

[verse 2: s god]
oh you thought i was done? well shut the f-ck up b-tch
only say you a friend ’cause you don’t wanna catch a clip
imma cut off your head and drop your body off a cliff
imma pull out the chopper and imma let that b-tch rip
see you tryna ride the wave, i’m about to sink ships
i just gotta smile at her and i’ll make your b-tch strip
young fresh motherf-cker outta h-ll
s god be the best if you b-tches couldn’t tell
i thought i was an angel, now i see that i’m a monster
from the wastelands of h-ll, i was sent here to conquer
i don’t need no sponser, independant how i do it
imma tear your sh-t down, leave your kingdom in ruins
i don’t f-ck with you humans, i’m the master not a student
smg we never lose, turn your chain to a noose
then i chunk up a duce and i bolt like zues
b-tch i got the sauce and you only got the juice
lil god, i’m walkin’ corpse, rap game overlord
s a n a n t o n i o, don’t know my city? well now you know
wanna come around? i gotta give you the right to go
disrespect me, then lil b-tch it is time to go uh
so you better stay silent hoe yuh
anyone opposing will drop, you get slayed
same thing goes for people who lie and throw shade

- s god

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