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kage of g.o.d - muhfucka lyrics

i’m bout to wild out, goin all in
drunk i’m brawling
you ain’t sh-t to a muhf-cka
you all claim to be hard, you so hood
but real talk, you soft as baby sh-t
like a muhf-cka
i’m bout to cop grips like a muhf-cka
the milf got me lit like a muhf-cka
the piff too loud in this muhf-cka
can’t turn this sh-t down in this muhf-cka

i’m stumbling back with a 5th of the yac
exactly 1 more sip of jack before a m-ssive attack
no nicki minaj, but that just mean her -ss gettin slapped
hit it doggy style, pull her hair c-m on her back
i be on it, and she wanna get on it
but shawty i already had it it was trash
why the f-ck would i want it
you see my opponents
i’m stuck just tryna love in the moment
i love and condone it
if she start l!cking me d-ck ima bone it
getting high on the highway
pies we chasing
lil n-gga got high and f-cked up probation
i ain’t wasting no more time with all the time he facing
live everyday like it’s your last day
i’m getting cash in the fast way
clip the blunt right in the ashtray
my moves smooth like c-ss clay
no biggie but it’ll be your last day
ain’t no surprise n-gga
look me in my f-ckin eyes n-gga ah

i got a problem, it ain’t easy to solve though
you can sell your soul to the devil
mines to god though
this life getting kinda hard doh
like that soft bread, but you can only get it from yard though
and y’all know if she come then they all go
cuz then b-tches corleone came with they all hoes
now let’s get back to it
g.o.d tattoo it
benjii gang, tattoo it
yea b-tch i’m that stupid
talk reckless then your face i’ll black blue it
don’t judge me b-tch judge my d-mn music
and these wack b-tches always wanna tag along
everybody wanna rap now and try to make a song
and every time the song on
shawty show her thong right
she whispered in my ear like
“kage it’s gonna be a long night”
it’s all wrong but it’s all right
the way she dubbin on me make me wanna f-ck her all night, right

i’m in the streets wit it
you n-ggas see the dog, but don’t want beef wit it
the stress that i’m expressing
im the one that gotta sleep wit it
cuz see you got a job to get
on my hand i got keys to flip
gs to get, bills to pay, leave the b-tch
crush the compet-tion like tortilla chips
we them n-ggas working, and you looking like you need a tip
acting like a b-tch i think i see ya t-ts
i’m that n-gga drunk at the bar
pulling off with 2 broads in the cleanest whip
i’m different, so champagne she ain’t sippin it
she swallow it, so that means she ain’t spittin it
the real problem is half you n-ggas is too ignorant
and inconsiderate
b-tches love it when i’m belligerent
selling stimulants
feeding all these b-tches barbiturates
they look at me in a daze
so amazed by my bewilderment
that sentiment is great
but i’m cursed by my own embitterment
illiterate, my n-ggas wildin out oh so deliberate ahhh

- kage of g o d lyrics

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