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letra de trapped alone - s god

[hook: s god]
trapped and alone, don’t call up my phone
i ain’t comin’ home ’till my kingdom like rome
can’t no clone take seat on my throne
p-ssy boy wanna scr-p, break him down to the bone
woah
wonder why they f-ckin’ with the crew, that ain’t no smart sh-t, show ’em what that metal do
woah
mac 11 tucked in the trunk ’cause these f-ck boys talkin’ real tuff but they punks
trapped and alone, don’t call up my phone
i ain’t comin’ home ’till my kingdom like rome
can’t no clone take seat on my throne
p-ssy boy wanna scr-p, break him down to the bone
woah
wonder why they f-ckin’ with the crew, that ain’t no smart sh-t, show ’em what that metal do
woah
mac 11 tucked in the trunk ’cause these f-ck boys talkin’ real tuff but they punks

[verse: s god]
woah
bet they gone duck when they hear the pump, loadin’ up a buck, finna slump a motherf-cker where he stand
pull up in this b-tch wearing tommy, no vans
i ain’t mean no disrespect, i’m just flexin’ my bands
see they all get impressed when they give me a chance
the rapper in me tellin’ me i need the advance
ain’t nothin’ been the same since the money in hand
now the gang livin’ good, b-tch we gettin’ a bag
new sound people never heard of aye
not afraid to catch a case of murder b-tch
talkin’ down on gang, imma hurt ya woah
if you want beef imma serve ya
double fist sword strike, can’t trust a hoe type
showin’ love now but you was hatin’ me the whole time
got a car like me, only difference is i own mine
your diamonds lookin’ low tide, them b-tches got no shine
sauce on me drippin’ like a b-tch
ultraviolet got these hoes lit
pt was a miss, i admit
rappin’ ’bout them xans, called it quits now i’m on to bigger sh-t, see you hatin’ like a b-tch
baphomet goat head, runnin’ through your homestead, leavin’ all you hoes dead
canine gold fang, ice for the whole gang
dodge challenger, got the b-tch painted cocaine
run it, run it like i’m stealin’ aye
stack the money to the ceilin’ yuh
your sh-t weak, it not appealin’ huh
i am the thing you been seakin’ aye
cordon bleu is what i’m eating, silver platter for my feedin’
demons be preaching my tales of achieving a win on my foes
give ’em a beatin’ that leave ’em all bleedin’

- s god

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