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letra de yoshimitsu - tha god fahim

[intro]
yo
motherf-ckin’ god, n-gga! i’m back!
yo, y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah (yo)
man, f-ck the government! you know what i’m sayin’? (haha, f-ck them motherf-ckers, man)
they always on some bullsh-t, f-ck that b-tch hillary (they don’t do sh-t for the hood)
know what i’m sayin’? f-ck that n-gga trump, man ([?] biatch)
that old motherf-ckin’ wrinkly pig-skin motherf-cker
check it, yo

[verse]
it’s the god, i’m liftin’ up dresses
p-ssy ass n-ggas never learn street lessons
like nas, i hope you get the message
poppin’ off tecs, rockin’ bulletproof vests-es (drrr)
i put my left hand on the bible
n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with me, ’cause i’m the devil’s rival (yeah)
think survival, it’s k!ll or be k!lled
that’s why i always be bangin’ my steel, yeah
shatter your divisions while i’m takin’ your shield
we build and destroy visions while i’m takin’ your bills
for thrills, let ’em know i ain’t takin’ no deals
shoot a government official, let the missiles appeal (boom)
you lookin’ all funny ’til i’m smackin’ your grill
stompin’ your ass out, you paper napkin for real
my heart colder than a buffalo chill
i’m rick james, b-tch, why you frontin’ you ill?
i’m in the middle of the monkey
rockin’ jesus pieces and my ice is really chunky
in high school, i was a flunkie
f-ck up out my face before i shoot you out the country
shots up out the bugsy, all you b-tches love me
mcs couldn’t touch me, not enough style
i smoke too much loud
my chain is like “bling”, my wrist is like “blao”
my kicks is two-thou, my sk!lls are like wow
you should bow down
you weak ass n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with my sound
i’ll make your queen smile
as a matter of fact, she in this b-tch right now
ayo, the god been on some other sh-t, i’m f-ckin’ your other b-tch
i took her on a trip to the mothership
ayo, my flow hot like the oven mitt, i exile your covenant
then whoop your ass, on some big brother sh-t (whooped your ass)
my sh-t is [?] never liked ya, smack you with the hand to smite ya
left hand, then write your obituary quick
how you got flipped quick, you get your pop dismissed
if i miss? i’ma come back, i know you like the swish
stupid b-tch, i’m always gettin’ disrespectful
’cause my tec full as f-ck and i’m ready to wet you (brrr, blablao)
i do a n-gga dirty like sprite, step on you like dwight
you under pressure like pipes, blast the pipe
you f-ck around and get sniped
i do it ’cause i’m nice, and you just do it for the hype
i never pass the mic, so don’t ask the god to pass the mic (huh? never ask me, n-gga)
if you don’t think i’m nice, ask your wife (ask, motherf-cker)

- tha god fahim

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