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godhandusa - asshole lyrics

[intro: gonda]
she givin’ head, same time every day
prolly why they call that sh+t a bl+w j+b
she givin’ head, same time every day
prolly why they call that sh+t a bl+w j+b

[verse 1: gonda]
she givin’ head, same time every day
prolly why they call that sh+t a bl+w j+b
how you wearin’ jays and a chain, but you still don’t got no money?
man, i find that sh+t so odd
tryna’ tell me how to rap hoe?
ain’t n0body teach you how to worry ’bout yo’ ass though, no?
i’m the mothaf+ckin’ sh+t, b+tch, that mean god is the assh0l+
subwoofer in the trunk, make ’em vibrate
henny in the cup how i hydrate
walk up in the room, you can see the hoes migrate
b+tch, i’m goin’ up like the crime rate
i don’t never stop, give a f+ck what the sign say
every single rule i’ll violate
you tryna’ get old and die in ya’ sleep, the way i’m livin’, b+tch i’m prolly gonna die awake
she tryna’ take e, i give her ass a bean
she pop it then i watch her eyes dilate
she tryna’ pop a perk, but her perk don’t work
pulled up on the guy who sold it and annihilate
[chorus: gonda]
tryna’ tell me how to rap hoe?
ain’t n0body teach you how to worry ’bout yo’ ass though, no?
i’m the mothaf+ckin’ sh+t, b+tch, that mean god is the assh0l+

[verse 2: mongo]
m+m+money spread on my nightstand, blues take the color out yo’ face, leave ’em terrified
very city b+tches suckin’ d+ck, check a trick, leave his ass blue, b+tch i’m verified
got the blurpers on my tail, can’t kick it wit’ a sucka’ who get paranoid and paralyzed
taped up, four sides, cover both eyes
leave him in a cardboard box with no air inside
dope that i’m blowin’ on lift weights, got me lookin’ like the actors in the movie parasite
b+tch, this ballin’ is hereditary
hustle like my pops, b+tch he thought me how to pair a five
pair a ten, pair a hunnid
stepped into the mall and i balled like bunnings
stick my fingers in her b+tt like i puppet
brought her ass to gym, now she suckin’ it in public
real peice a sh+t sh+t talker
i’ma get up in her inside like a skinwalker
she wanna’ diamond chain, watching tim ‘carver
buy her ass a purse, then right after hit a l!ck on her
still gon’ let me drop the d+ck on her
put a hunnid arounds into any b+tch that pick on her
she want me to put a ring on her, ’cause i’m always bringin’ home the bacon like a pig farmer
she tryna’ pop a bean or a fifteen, b+tch i got exactly what you need like big pharma
sucka ass rappers fallin’ off, honestly i don’t know what you tell you bro, that’s just karma
[chorus: mongo]
tryna’ tell me how to rap hoe?
ain’t n0body teach you how to worry ’bout yo’ ass though, no?
i’m the mothaf+ckin’ sh+t, b+tch, that must mean god is the assh0l+

[outro: gonda]
she givin’ head, same time every day
prolly why they call that sh+t a bl+w j+b
how you wearin’ jays and a chain, but you still don’t got no money?
man, i find that sh+t so odd
tryna’ tell me how to rap hoe?
ain’t n0body teach you how to worry ’bout yo’ ass though, no?
i’m the mothaf+ckin’ sh+t, b+tch, that mean god is the assh0l+

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