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lirik lagu s god - kickin

[hook: s god]
ooooo i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch
i am not in love with sh-t
f-ck you mean i’m not legit
fit too clean, that sauce i drip
why you worried ’bout my sh-t?
i swear y’all just do the most
i just kick my sh-t and ghost
b-tch you know lil god a goat
ooooo i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch
i am not in love with sh-t
f-ck you mean i’m not legit
fit too clean, that sauce i drip
why you worried ’bout my sh-t?
i swear y’all just do the most
i just kick my sh-t and ghost
b-tch you know lil god a goat

[verse 1: s god]
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with this gift i have
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with what’s in my bag
all you hatin’ -ss b-tches boutta get a toe tag
i just laugh at compet-tion ’cause they sh-t so bad
i won’t conversate with the ops ’cause they just keep provin’ they some fakes
i do not relate to these b-tches out here that ain’ made they self a name
imma just ride with the scope
you know i keep a gun on me
if anyone f-ck with the gang
lil god ’bout to catch him a body
texas icon b-tch, you know i be reppin’ smg
rockstar status, i swear none of y’all a threat to me
ride up in a foreign, imma skrt all on my enemies
swear that ain’t n0body gon be f-cking with the legacy
swear that none you b-tches gon be f-ckin’ with the melody
bought myself a crib, the b-tch came with amenities
throw myself a party, celebrate with the hennessy
i can smell the fear, and i be sensin’ all the jealousy
cookin’ up the hits, but i ain’t never share the recipe
i’m ’bout to make all these parodies rest in peace

[verse 2: s god]
clout god pull up with the sauce and sh-t
i done came up in the club with a bossin’ b-tch
old skool fye what i’m walkin’ in
b-tch you better be careful who you talkin’ with
livin’ my life how i want
tell the haters they gon miss me when i’m gone
why you hatin’? i’m just tryna make a song
tried to k!ll me but i’m still comin’ strong
’cause you know i’m better, balmain my sweater
i will not let up, f-ck with the letters
all of y’all suck, bet your parents embarr-ssed
smokin’ them doinks on the eiffel in paris
said she wanna ride with the gang
attracted to the diamonds on my chain
f-ck her then i take off in the plane
b-tch i’m drippin’ sauce i make it rain
d-mn i’m really glad that you came
when you’re ready we can pull off in the range
s god the flexer, lil c l o u t finesser
undead specter walkin’ ’round with loaded vectors

- lirik lagu s god

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