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grandemarshall - godbpm lyrics

[intro]
f-ck my enemies b-tch
actin’ bad and gettin’ rich
uh uh uhhhhh

[verse 1: grandemarshall]
free all of my fed homies
rest in peace to my dead homies
f-ck that other sh-t n-gga
lets get this bread homie
one time for the real n-ggas
for them i will k!ll n-ggas
stand in front the judge and never tell
and never squeal n-gga
two times for the freak hoes
murder mommies who respect the g-code
keep her nose high and her heels too
on twitter like “grande im trill too”
my n-gga, my n-gga, my n-ggas is n-ggas
for life young n-ggas wit a att-tude
how you mad at that? that ain’t real rap?
f-ck n-gga you still stuck in 92′
hollow in yo head, this ya brain on drugs
didn’t momma tell you, “young n-gga don’t mess with them thugs!”
don’t be no enemy of mine
don’t be no fake friend either
cause all that’s gon’ get you’s a bag
and a trip to the preacher
and i worked too get this sh-t
but i’d fight harder to keep it
cold nights i slept with the heater
and a full clip a’soul eaters
kept that mask on handy
a couple sacks a’ that candy
a couple of blacks my n-ggas
outback who wanna get off? fine n’ dandy
i know you f-ck n-ggas been waiting
been craving to hit something
taking pages outta craven’s n-gga
creepin’ and bumpin’
we on that bullsh-t n-gga
go head and bullsh-t n-gga
keep grabbin’ life by the h-rns
and end up as bullsh-t n-gga
chuuuch!

[hook]
this sh-t make a n-gga wanna get some bread or buss a head(x3)
or f-ck my enemies b-tch, actin’ bad and gettin’ rich
(repeat x2)

[verse 2: grandemarshall]
black flags at full sail
black mask with a gold sh-ll
t-tties hangin’ out her camo jacket
pack a 22-platinum chanel
hearin’ threats but i ain’t hearin’ shots
gettin’ hate but i ain’t gettin’ shot
n-ggas talk but n-gga don’t chalk
young n-gga with a old soul
i came up wit a rare breed
ain’t no future in frontin’ n-gga
since a young bul i been a og
what’s money to me?
what’s hoes to me?
what’s drugs to me?
that’s a l!ck n-gga
ridin’ round with the windows down
you hear the sounds in those sets n-gga
that set n-gga! (that set n-gga!)
uhh, what that smell like?
mixing weed, embalming fluid
burn it like a gas pipe
reaper in that crown vic
creeper in that champ hoodie
angels in that blunt wrap
eatin’ in that zip n-gga
my ghetto got the blackest nights
runnin’ from them blue and whites
skippin and bouncin’ on street lights
word to the l and neither nights
raw hide shawty, rubber never touch my b-tch n-gga
everytime i bust know there’s a rubber on my grip n-gga!

[hook]
[end]

- grandemarshall lyrics

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