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letra de only god can judge me - shy glizzy

[intro]
(ayy, let me hear that ho, jeff)

[chorus]
please don’t tell me “h-llo,” i’m not your buddy (i’m not your buddy)
i came out the ghetto, that sh-t was muddy (that sh-t was muddy)
you look me in my eyes, told you love me (tell me you love me)
find out you was a ho, can’t lie, sh-t crushed me (can’t lie it crushed me)
soon as your b-tch ass got caught, this sh-t got ugly (this sh-t got ugly)
yeah i know that you told them folks, that’s why they cuffin’ (that’s why they cuffin’)
you keep on makin’ this hard, you holdin’ grudges (you holdin’ grudges)
b-tch you ain’t no f-ckin’ god, no you can’t judge me (only god can judge me)

[verse 1]
i got bigger (i got bigger), i got figures (i got figures)
she say “what’s your namе?” i can tell you a natural born k!ller (uh, uh)
i’m in all this pain, i wish you could feel it (uh)
this money drivе me insane, ain’t no way i can heal it (ain’t no way i can heal it)
my sh-t poppin’ (my sh-t poppin’), your sh-t garbage (your sh-t garbage)
i’m the reason that b-tch be comin’ home actin’ r-t-rded (uh, uh)
she say you rock all that gold like you from abu dhabi (abu dhabi)
code name batman, though, ’cause all my n-ggas be robin (my n-ggas be robin)
i’m still in the projects, we there motherf-ckin’ mobbin’ (where we mobbin’)
my brother k!ll, he load that motherf-ckin’ chopper (grrrah, grrrah)
she say the way you move, must be a big baller (big baller)
girl i love the way you call me big poppa (big poppa)
[chorus]
please don’t tell me “h-llo,” i’m not your buddy (i’m not your buddy)
i came out the ghetto, that sh-t was muddy (that sh-t was muddy)
you look me in my eyes, tell me you love me (tell me you love me)
find out you was a ho, can’t lie sh-t crushed me (can’t lie it crushed me)
soon as your b-tch ass got caught, this sh-t got ugly (this sh-t got ugly)
yeah i know that you told them folks, that’s why they cuffin’ (that’s why they cuffin’)
you keep on makin’ this hard, you holdin’ grudges (you holdin’ grudges)
b-tch you ain’t no f-ckin’ god, no you can’t judge me (only god can judge me)

[verse 2]
i got benjis (hunnid rounds), i’m not friendly (i’m not friendly)
i was stuck in them trenches, you n-gga weren’t out there with me (weren’t out there with me)
tryna play me fifty (play me fifty), dark ceilings (dark ceilings)
all i know is them hitters buster i’m big glizzy (big glizzy)
you so d-mn s-xy, baby, why you do coke? (why you do coke?)
she said she really don’t, told her i know (told her i know)
you say you love me, baby, you don’t let it show (you don’t let it show)
she say i know you a dog, you done f-ck a couple b-tches i know (couple b-tches i know)
i got enemies, and they just might be near me (uh)
so i got clips, just like patrick beverley
a dollar and a dream, ain’t buyin’ that sh-t you sellin’ me
b-tch it’s a dirty game, we might just shoot the referee (oh)

[chorus]
please don’t tell me “h-llo,” i’m not your buddy (i’m not your buddy)
i came out the ghetto, that sh-t was muddy (that sh-t was muddy)
you look me in my eyes, tell me you love me (tell me you love me)
find out you was a hoe, can’t lie sh-t crushed me (can’t lie it crushed me)
soon as your b-tch ass got caught, this sh-t got ugly (this sh-t got ugly)
yeah i know that you told them folks, that’s why they cuffin’ (that’s why they cuffin’)
you keep on makin’ this hard, you holdin’ grudges (you holdin’ grudges)
b-tch you ain’t no f-ckin’ god, no you can’t judge me (only god can judge me)

- shy glizzy

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