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lirik lagu s god – kool-aid cartier

[verse 1: s god]
your songs all remind me of my b~tch lips
’cause they both suck d~ck
ain’t gotta take a test ’cause they know i’m sick
ain’t gotta tag me in ’cause they know i’m it
ops pull up, on the floor i spit
stupid
that boy trippin’, gotta tie his shoelace
i leave his shirt stained red, no kool~aid
my b~tch sweet, got a god d~mn toothache
all my songs (swish) i’m a god at 2k
buffet, what these beats are to me
ain’t a single one of you boys harming me
i got a couple dozen new toys armin’ me
so imma let my choppers sing in harmony
yeah
my chain sw~ng like some old b~tch tits do
keep talkin’ sh~t and your mama gon miss you
chopper got a d~ck and that b~tch gon kiss you
i got cheese like i run a pizzeria
diamonds drippin’ on mе like a bite into sandia
b~tches lovе me heavy like a group out of korea
in the club drunk as f~ck and i’m callin’ for maria
like i need smoke and then
i need drank and then
she give face and then
i give thanks and then
trip to bank, ’cause b~tch i got paper
got me ballin’ every day like a god d~mn laker
i’ll burn a stack of blue faces for the flex
fly a bad b~tch out only for the s~x
i don’t need no friends only need a tec
ain’t a soul gon test, i don’t need a vest
cut that b~tch off with the scissors
dq on my neck it’s a blizzard
crystal my neck like a wizard
that why these b~tches stay bitter
[hook: s god]
i put the past right behind me
baby know you are no side piece
i keep that thing right beside me
there’s ops all around, that stay plotting
baby, i don’t need a stylist
i need a coupe with no milage
i need them cartier diamonds
this drink in my cup got me vibin’

[verse 2: s god]
i ride with the beam on the stick
your b~tch wanna ride with the clique
you know that my chopper stay loaded
when imma shoot i don’t miss
and my life a fantasy
your b~tch a fan of me
said she want come right to one of my shows
i got a gucci bag right for my hoe
all of these b~tches wanna suck out my soul yeah
i just be countin’ my dough yeah
soldier like i’m from magnolia
i got all these hoes stay actin like they know me
imma break the board, droppin’ 60 like i’m kobe
please don’t play no games, better pay me what you owe me
smokin’ on this dro got me higher than the nose bleed
hoe please
[hook: s god]
i put the past right behind me
baby know you are no side piece
i keep that thing right beside me
there’s ops all around, that stay plotting
baby, i don’t need a stylist
i need a coupe with no milage
i need them cartier diamonds
this drink in my cup got me vibin’

[verse 3: 3barshawty]
hey
throwing my money at women
that f~ck up my vision then f~ck on my face
(huh)
she said it’s me or the molly
i made a decision i’m stuck in my ways
(yuh)
she want to sit on my d~ck in the rari
i’m classy, i f~ck in the wraith
(yuh)
i don’t even got a wraith
it belongs to a friend, but he said it’s okay
too off your b~tch like i’m riding the lamb
spotted a crib and it’s right on the sand
i got the pack and it’s high in demand
nothing else get me as high as i am
nothing quite hit like them hunnids
soon as i saw this sh~t i had to run it
soon as i saw the pigs i got to running
soon as you heard this sh~t knock
you said come in
stick, and i’m talking bout glock
i ain’t drummin
sit in the whip on the block
that you bum in
i got the drip i spent digits on balmain
cartier on me i’m frozen like sorbet
[hook: s god]
i put the past right behind me
baby know you are no side piece
i keep that thing right beside me
there’s ops all around, that stay plotting
baby, i don’t need a stylist
i need a coupe with no milage
i need them cartier diamonds
this drink in my cup got me vibin’

[outro: s god]
i do not milly rock ooo
i do not milly rock ooo
i do not milly rock ooo
i do not milly rock ooo

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