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godhandusa - pop bands lyrics

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[intro]
(i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands)
(if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands)
(i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands)
(if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands)

[verse 1: gonda]
the hand of god, ballin’ on you haters
you can suck up on my d+ck, like a f+ckin’ hour later
touch a brick, p+ssy motherf+ckers all up in my face, so what?
if you double crossin’ me, i turn you to a f+ckin’ blunt
smoke, smoke it up, on the block i’m posted up
violatin’ all you player, haters, look, i’m ‘posed to bruh
mongo kick yo’ door and raid your fridge and hit my f+ckin’ weed
pull up on yo’ ex, got her throatin’ got her showin’ t++th (yeah)
now she stalkin’ me, she think that deported me
i buy h+lla’ choppers for my youngins, that’s gon’ go for me
all this sh+t a game, give a f+ck ’bout what you don’t bеlieve
godhand in yo’ city, you gon’ have to show thе fee
every time i get a couple bands, make my d+ck tall
i’m in thailand with a grand, i could buy a mall
[ain’t a couple bars, no façade?], what it is ho
if you double crossin’ me, i’m pushin’ back yo’ sh+t ho

[chorus]
i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you’re double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
[verse 2: mongo]
rollin’ with my gang in a hooptie, we make it bounce
pull up to the parking lot, and then we cop a couple pounds
shakin’ like i’m off a bean ho, i go a hunnid’ rounds
tell me what the f+ck you mean ho, all i hear is sounds
she shakin’ ass for a real one
i’m in jamaica, sippin’ red stripe, playin’ steel drum
and if i run out of liquor, i might have to steal some
papás like naranjas, if i wanna, i’ma peel one
yeah, big b+tch i’m goin’ loco
turn em’ into stone with the chrome hearts logo
i’ll never take these rings off my finger, i’m like frodo
you f+ckin’ with the devil, then we pop out of that “four door”
and dip before the “popo” come and take some photos
gonda always got a big b+tch sittin’ on the d+ck
i smoked about a hunnid’ joints straight, i’m beyond lit
motherf+ckers criticize and most’ the time ain’t on sh+t
smokin’ motherf+ckers all at once, like a bong rip

[chorus]
ma+ma+mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
i ain’t playin’ with you, mane, i’m not here to pop bands
if you double crossin’ me, i’m puttin’ you in god’s hands
[outro]
(man, these p+ssy ass n+ggas don’t know sh+t, bruh)
(brrrt!)



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