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letra de trappedinablizzard - s god

[ verse: s god ]
check on the charts, b-tch i’m up next
walk up in the store and you know i’m gonna flex
not afraid of death, h-ll nah don’t wear a vest
thought i’m not a god but you f-ckin’ with the best
born out the flame, antichrist to the rap game
f-ck you and your homies, bust a cap in your d-mn brain
dat way, b-tch i’m ’bout gun play
45 to his face, tell him “have a fun day”
murderous lunatic
who enjoys shooting sh-t
upside down crucifix
float in the river styx
and your soul get dismissed
never to reminice
with no rememberance
f-ck you lil b-tches i’m never ‘gon fail
k!llin’ you f-ckers, i’ll send you to h-ll
plus i’ll make bail, that’s if i get caught
which i will not
i don’t need opinions just like i don’t need religion
p-ssy talkin’ sh-t and i hit ’em with percision
everything i drop guaranteed to make a million
you might say you hate me but you’re guaranteed to listen
pinche cabron wanna test my patience
if a puta want war then i won’t keep ’em waitin’
mamacita on my d-ck ridin’ me like she racin’
boy the tape ‘causing fire, building need evacuation
i’m the realest motherf-cker
god amongst the men
the realest motherf-cker
comin’ out the 210
reppin’ san antone
texas k!ller to the bone
watch the throne
there’s only one s god, i am the original
cannot be replicated, do not get me aggrivated
or you getting suffocated, mad at me ’cause i made it?
’cause i’m way more celebrated? i’mma leave you devestated
i am not a human, i’m a god b-tch i’m elevated
underrated
’bout time that i blew up
sippin’ out of two cups
nothing you could do bruh
talkin’ that sh-t and you gonna meet the ruga
b-tch you ’bout to lose your god d-mn life
k!ll any motherf-cker wanna fight
hit ’em then i stay outta sight
f-ck a payment i need all my sh-t tonight

[ verse 2: s god ]
you b-tches ’bout to get flexed on
b-tch tell me who next on
if the answer not s god
pull the holy ruga, get blessed by it
yung s god got disciples in the streets
had to cut some snakes off now my paycheck increased
f-ck you jokers talkin’ ’bout? i f-cked your b-tch, now walk it out
i glowed up from lonely child to entertaining h-lla crowds
f-ck you if you think i’m p-ssy
master prestige, i ain’t no rookie
my come up; it ain’t been cushy
don’t seek my soul ’cause h-ll done took me

- s god

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