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letra de god gang - shad da god

[intro]
wheezy beats

[chorus]
imma go rep that b-tch, that p-ssy come imma trap that b-tch, oh yeah
imma go drag that b-tch in jimmy choo, imma swag that b-tch, oh yeah
imma go and hurt that b-tch, not triple 3, imma perc that b-tch, okay
imma go and work that b-tch, imma [?] little b-tch (a don)

[verse 1]
imma get the coupe little b-tch (he going)
imma drop the roof little b-tch (that boy going)
imma keep cutters with me, know d-mn well they gone shoot little b-tch (they gone shoot ya)
imma with my business b-tch
imma go on top of that sh-t
imma do some real n-gga sh-t (what you do?)
put the cutlass on top of them sixes (that cutlass)
[?] when [?] had to drop something new for them b-tches (new sh-t)
god gang, god gang, hopping out the trunk, with a drac’ with a biscuit
i rock loubs but i ain’t christian
i done started my mission
i ain’t blaming no n-gga, n-gga go get some dough, stop b-tching

[chorus 2]
cause imma go wrap that b-tch, then in mexico imma trap that b-tch
imma go and drag that b-tch, in valentino, i’mma swag that b-tch, oh yeah
imma go and work that b-tch, then chinese, yellow purp that b-tch, oh yeah
vvs choker b-tch
i’m on that dope little b-tch
[verse 2]
i got a new approach i call it ‘get it out the mud little b-tch’
you gone get some dope when you visit, you gone get f-cked too misses
i told a brother pull up with some faygos, stuck two zips in it (that raw)
i told lil broski to hold on a glizzy, but now that little clip in it (that drum)
i don’t know sh-t but lenox
i don’t know sh-t but f-cking up in it (benihana)
i don’t know sh-t bout [?]
i don’t know sh-t but jigging, i’m getting it
i don’t know sh-t bout your benz, the v12 or the v8, i ain’t in it
little buddy got skinny ass bankrolls in the skinnies, you know they were 20s

[chorus 3]
imma go rep that b-tch, that p-ssy come imma trap that b-tch, oh yeah
imma go drag that b-tch in loubitton, imma swag that b-tch, oh yeah
imma go and hurt that b-tch, now yu-gi, imma purp that b-tch
imma get off my d-ck
imma be the georgia brick fair

[verse 3]
imma pull up with brick fair, look like a f-cking l!ck
imma in the [?], in the h-llcat, you can’t catch that motherf-cker
[?] need to free my partners
imma go f-ck up the summer
smoking the marijuana
polo the pocket my partner
yeah, yeah, yeah, [?] in the cup, it’s a dirty
yeah, yeah, ‘free the g.o.a.t.’, i know they heard me
god gang, god gang, we worth some birdies (bricks)
bankroll mafia, i know they heard us on the last one
god gang, god gang, this sh-t gone be platinum
god gang, god gang, this sh-t the album
bankroll mafia, bankroll mafia, they watch me like player one
and we [?] the lord, they think we 2pac, this the album
ooh, god gang and free the g.o.a.t. b-tch

- shad da god

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