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killa-stryder - low-key god lyrics

[intro: k!lla-stryder]

no one is messing with me
you can’t be messing with me
yeah sounds dope

[verse: k!lla-stryder]

no one is messing with me
you can’t be messing with me
yeah n-gga i am a g
seven yeah i am the g
n-gga, i am a g-o-d low-key
i swear and pray to me only
i swear and pray to me only
she only be texting me when she lonely
like d-mn, am i the one like neo?
but i’m the one like jet lee though
a n-gga gonna have bald just like chemo
i keep my cool below zero
she wanna go home with me though
she going down on her knees though
she’s got a choker
that means she’s got a black belt at that deep throat
gotta put a hashtag on that deep throat
’cause that should be trending
i won’t lie, you’re s-xy
there’s no more pretending
i see you finessing
she telling me to come get it
this will be a good ending
now she knows how it goes with kamikaze
and now she knows i’m a g-o-d low-key
godd-mn

[verse 2: mic nash]

godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn that gas is potent yeah
godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn it got me floating yeah
godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn her legs is open yeah
godd-mn godd-mn she wet just like the ocean yeah

godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn yeah
godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn yeah

“godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn” is all she’s sayin’
godd-mn godd-mn that’s not my f-cking name
godd-mn godd-mn girl tell me why you playin’?
godd-mn godd-mn i’m sure you’re glad i came
godd-mn now i’ma have to f-cking bust
godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn godd-mn yeah

[verse 3: claude $t–zekat]

she gave me head in the whip
after she done make her split
i might just grab on her t-ts
the p-ssy so wet i’ma slip
catch a fade and a zip
all grits no fish
pull up with a stick
she started slopping on my d-ck
i told her “mama don’t stop”
she knows i stay chasing the guap
run on your block
window shopper i might just catch me an opp
these n-ggas are not who they say that they are
(huh)
these n-ggas are not who they say that they are
(huh)
yeah yeah yeah
all of these n-ggas pretenders
i tune her up like a fender
i f-ck her till she surrender
i don’t remember her name
all she wanted was brain
so i give her the brain
all she wanted was brain
so i give her the brain

[outro: claude $t–zekat]

give it to her (yeah huh) give it to her (huh huh)
give it to her (yeah) give it to her (yeah)
give it to her (yeah) give it to her (yeah) give it to her (yeah)
give it to her (yeah) give it to her (yeah)

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