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letra de yung skittle dick - s god

[verse 1: s god]
9:14 pm and i’m ready to f-ck
it’s like i’m playin’ this sh-t on easy how she givin’ it up
all these b-tches dtf, i’mma keep it a buck
but if you think you’ll spend the night, well then hoe you out of luck
so much clout, make a nun wanna strip for me
make a cop hit licks for me
sell pounds, move bricks for me
i just wanna flex like a big homie
100, 100, let’s keep it that way
when you come around me just watch what you say
’cause you can get clapped and get buried all in the same day, really gone let the gat spray
b-tch i made a wave, now all these f-ckers wanna surfboard
b-tch come run my fade, i’mma make sure that you hurt boy
i’mma really do work boy, smg put you in the f-ckin’ dirt boy
talk sh-t i’m ready for a fist fight, shove a steel knife through your windpipe
and that goes for anyone i don’t like
you and i are not the same type
say you hot, i’m drippin’ water, make your f-ckin’ flame die
lil c l o u t b-tch, i’m a godd-mn fiend
buying sh-t you only seen in your godd-mn dreams
with them rowdy motherf-ckers and your godd-mn queen
put my d-ck all inside her, make her godd-mn scream
you ain’t never heard of some sh-t like this, it’s absurd i spit these words so lit like this
i swear i should make the top of the freshman list
but then again, i already feel veterain b-tch
i’m better than all you irrelavent pesants and
honestly i just be countin’ the presidents
bow to my excellence, spittin’ this elegant venomous recklessness, skrt in the pegasus

[verse 2: s god]
all of y’all is p-ssy f-ck you mean you goin’ hard
you the type to say you ’bout it walkin’ ’round with a bodyguard
say you ballin’ but you 20 mil in debt with the credit cards
say you hood but you straight up out the f-ckin’ bulivard
f-ck you hoe, you ain’t ’bout it tho
i put my sh-t in overdrive, flying off the road
yung skittle d-ck, trappin’ always
rollin’ up gas, takin’ blunts to the face
f-ck an education, i can buy the f-ckin’ school hoe
old money in the bank, wallet got the new dough
think your stats impressive but to me that sh-t is too low
think your sh-t go hard but you really only so so
my pockets swole as sh-t, all that bullsh-t you on i been over it
hold up, tryna best me is a hopeless wish
you’ll be lucky if you leave with just a broken fist
hit ’em with the shotty, get the motherf-ckin’ body bag
so i can get a rest and no, i ain’t talkin’ cardiac
daggers in yout chest like a god d-mn heart attack
in 150 years my pen and pad will be an artifact
priceless, b-tch that’s what my rhymes is
bow to your overlord, scream your praises ’till your vocal cords end up getting sore
if not then i’ll break every f-ckin’ bone in your god d-mn spinal cord
i can k!ll and get away with it like casey anthony
b-tch i’ll leave your family all broken and in agony
now the people mad at me because i’m spitting blasphamy
like somehow saying “i am god” is so nasty? please
f-ck you mean you ain’t heard of me?
fresh out the asylum, it’s the f-ckin’ g
i’m the mastermind of m-ssacres, you p-ssy b-tches amateur
to me there ain’t no challangers, you can’t match my caliber

- s god

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