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lirik lagu s god - whip

[verse 1: s god]
shoutout blake, hoodie ain’t even on right
neck pillow brace when i hit her with the long pipe
keep my hoe spoiled, she got used to my card swipe
red dot hit you like a call of duty snipe
sauce drippin’ off me like the sky drop hail
b-tch i’ve been the sh-t since (“you’ve got mail”)
k!llin’ this rap sh-t and my skin is pale
my discog divine, the new holy grail
seen the brutality so it’s f-ck 12
if they wanna take me in then they better duck sh-lls
boy you just a fat mans b-tch like an elf
i’m the greatest seller ever, product flying off the shelf
yung s god, smg be the clique
actin’ like a b-tch, wet you up with them d-cks
percoset mixed in with a little molly
call me santa clause ’cause that mix keep me jolly

[hook: s god]
i want a whip
i want a house
i want a b-tch, to f-ck like a spouse
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a house
i want a b-tch, to f-ck like a spouse
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a whip
i want a whip

[verse 2: s god]
you don’t want smoke, you don’t want static
i see you flexin’ but boy you don’t have it
i want a whip, i water whip
i pop a bean, then f-ck on your b-tch
when i come around you out of luck, uh
stupid lil b-tch shut the f-ck, yuh
pull up the shotty, load it up then pump
line up my shot, 3 sh-lls to your gut
take a brick, chop it up, send it back real quick
i don’t want silicone, i want me a real b-tch
if rap don’t work i’mma go and hit a lick
pull up with the stick, hit you up real slick
rollie on my wrist and it don’t even tick
all my guns got clips ’bout the size of my d-ck
rollie on my wrist and it don’t even tick
all my guns got clips ’bout the size of my d-ck

[verse 3: s god]
no you can’t judge, no you can’t judge
my blunt got the gr-ss and my cup got the mud
my diamonds is drippin’, i’m causing a flood
make it run red like i’m reppin’ the blood
smg this is our year, huh
i’mma k!ll everything you hold dear, yuh
the time of the god is quite near, aye
all you f-ggot rappers stay clear, what
i just wanna know why you thinkin’ you could f-ck with me
she just wanna know if it’s cool for her to touch on me
f-ck all that talkin’, my team is ’bout action
i chop you in half like a motherf-ckin’ fraction
it’s over it’s over, you cannot survive
got death on my mind, and red in my eyes
pull up behind you dressed in a disguise
k!ll those i despise with a deadly surprise
i f-ck on your main b-tch and give no reply
f-ck you and your feelings, i don’t do polite
if you don’t wanna die i suggest you comply
you are now in the presence of the living dead tonight
b-tch all my homies vampires and monsters
always be down when it’s time for the slaughter
name one rapper that maybe is hotter
and i k!ll his -ss on stage at my concert

- lirik lagu s god

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