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letra de on god - standalone

[hook]
yeah, yeah
hey, they shoulda m’d me off, i’m finna k!ll them boys (on god)
what you finna do when this sh-t get real, lil boy?
yeah, i’m tryna drown your f-cking grave in my p-ss, lil boy
you man were six man up, still ain’t do nothing till your olders show up (ha)
that boy p-ssy, remember you threatened feds on me (who you gonna call?)
yeah, i’ma turn you red now, boy you p-ssed me off (yeah)
all of my b-tches hoes, i’m still gonna f-ck
yeah, pop me a couple of blues, i’m finna turn up (let’s get it)

[verse]
yeah, dumb hoe keep at it… (f-ck)
hey, dumb hoe keep on talking
can’t even get me erect, yeah
i ain’t even take your za, that was probably chicken (probably chicken)
(i don’t need that) to get you gone, i don’t need no bl!cky-bl!cky, yeah
it’s always talk the realest, but they move the fakest
yeah, i’m whippin’ like in the kitchen, i’m too f-cking faded
hey, i’m just moving strategic — what they don’t know
yeah, been on my own wave for a lil minute, they only got one flow
you ain’t know what i seen, what i felt, what i been through
yeah, hoe with all that mileage, i can’t kiss you
hey, wake up every day, i’m smoking gas like it’s a ritual, yeah
got a lot on my plate like i’m getting full (i’m full)
feel like rasta, i smoke loud — it sound like choppa
yeah, i’m high as f-ck, might entertain it, might not block her
hey, ay, i’m looking for ya — if you get hit, that was because of me
just ’cause i’m the white boy on the block, they looking straight past like “who him?”
all my b-tches dropping top, ’cause more time i don’t wanna hit
if we find ya, i’m gonna nap ya, then i’m taking off ya limbs (on god)
f-cker tried to play me, you gon’ make big stand sin (i’m sinning)
you ain’t say nothing till your brudda pulled up
hey, said she was a good girl, but i turned her to a sl-t
can’t save her, she see-through like a window — read her like a book (“h-ll yeah”)
ay, ask my twin how many of they b-tches got took (how many?)
talking all that freak sh-t in my dms — get you f-cked
man, i’m dogged out, f-ck her face just for fun
yeah, keep on saying i wanna be black, but i ain’t forcing nothing (okay)
i been like this since a youte, don’t try that one (who the f-ck you fooling?)
[hook]
yeah, yeah
hey, they shoulda m’d me off, i’m finna k!ll them boys (on god)
what you finna do when this sh-t get real, lil boy?
yeah, i’m tryna drown your f-cking grave in my p-ss, lil boy
you man were six man up, still ain’t do nothing till your olders show up (ha)
that boy p-ssy, remember you threatened feds on me (who you gonna call?)
yeah, i’ma turn you red now, boy you p-ssed me off (yeah)
all of my b-tches hoes, i’m still gonna f-ck
yeah, pop me a couple of blues, i’m finna turn up (let’s get it)
yeah

- standalone

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