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letra de godzilla - yung mal

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[intro]
come on
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga, gudda
cook that sh-t up, quay
d. hill

[chorus]
feel like i’m walking through h-ll
my brother got hit up with sh-lls
we runnin’ through bags, the narcs on our -ss
but f-ck it, n0body gon’ tell
some n-ggas switched up, oh well
all my n-ggas bossed up, we player
we going up, need to get this on film
got my weight up, i didn’t go to no gym
the chopper stay tucked, it’s gon’ knock off some limbs
i want all the smoke, yeah the sh-t you inhale
yeah i could’ve failed but a n-gga prevailed
got some racks on me now and this sh-t it got layers
i smoke out the pound, you gon’ weigh on the scale
my packs airborne, they come through the mail
my son is four, he rich as the mayor
my brother locked up and he trap out his cell

[verse 1]
your girl is a wh0r-, the gang gon’ slay her
beat down, drill, we’ll shoot a hundred shots
pop this chopper, got ’em ducking like a fire drill
i’m on lean, weed, pills, neck got the f-cking chills
yeah this beat come from gudda tay, quay, and d. hill
before i was rapping, yeah a young n-gga was trapping
post in the cut and i get out the package
her -ss and t-tties is clapping but the sh-t plastic
boy i’m so sick of the capping
godzilla, got hitters, been platinum
i want some lamb but f-ck it i can’t go to platinum
they heard that i signed me a deal, they said i’m worth millions
why the f-ck i be on candler?

[chorus]
feel like i’m walking through h-ll
my brother got hit up with sh-lls
we runnin’ through bags, the narcs on our -ss
but f-ck it, n0body gon’ tell
some n-ggas switched up, oh well
all my n-ggas bossed up, we player
we going up, need to get this on film
got my weight up, i didn’t go to no gym
the chopper stay tucked, it’s gon’ knock off some limbs
i want all the smoke, yeah the sh-t you inhale
yeah i could’ve failed but a n-gga prevailed
got some racks on me now and this sh-t it got layers
i smoke out the pound, you gon’ weigh on the scale
my packs airborne, they come through the mail
my son is four, he rich as the mayor
my brother locked up and he trap out his cell

[verse 2]
my brother caught life so he couldn’t pay the bail
my son ain’t but four, he rich and he player
he watch me record, he watch all my film
he told me take the 1’5 to the gym
so i keep dropping hits, i keep giving h-ll
the fans goin’ up, they jumping the rail
stay with a shrimp, might pull up and k!ll
when i need me a temp i pull up with sh-lls
they say i’m dabbing, i’m fresh as h-ll
i’m rocking givenchy, my b-tch do it well
balenci, christian, gucci, chanel
wraith, bentley camera, riding down mill
sliding four fifty-eight like a bat out of h-ll
go high speed chase, got 12 on my tail
we got packs and they sell
we got bricks and they frail

[chorus]
feel like i’m walking through h-ll
my brother got hit up with sh-lls
we runnin’ through bags, the narcs on our -ss
but f-ck it, n0body gon’ tell
some n-ggas switched up, oh well
all my n-ggas bossed up, we player
we going up, need to get this on film
got my weight up, i didn’t go to no gym
the chopper stay tucked, it’s gon’ knock off some limbs
i want all the smoke, yeah the sh-t you inhale
yeah i could’ve failed but a n-gga prevailed
got some racks on me now and this sh-t it got layers
i smoke out the pound, you gon’ weigh on the scale
my packs airborne, they come through the mail
my son is four, he rich as the mayor
my brother locked up and he trap out his cell

- yung mal

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