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max dope – on god lyrics

(chorus)

i don’t f-ck wit’ ya’ll, ya’ll be o.d
stay over there stay from around me
yea i’m on the scene but i stay low-key
n-gg- you ain’t my d.o.g
rollin’ up marley that b.o.b
smokin’ that kush that be o.g
n-gg-s on the creep like tlc
n-gg-, all that’s o.n.g.o.d

(yea yea) on god, on god, (yea yea) on god, on god? n-gg-
(yea yea) on god, on god, (yea yea) on god, on god? n-gg-
(yea yea) on god, on god, (yea yea) on god, on god? n-gg-
(yea yea) on god, on god, (yea yea) on god, on god? n-gg-
(yea yea) on god

(verse 1)

smoke a zip up out the whip, roll up the window i’m out do’ smokin indo’
606 instrumental, my weed sack loud, thats the sound of a crescendo (gas)
annie are you okay? n-gg-, k!llin’ these hoes no oj n-gg-
all you n-gg-s sweet thats dulce n-gg-, catch a bullet wound in your lo mein n-gg- (doo doo doo) (bow)
oodles n noodles, maximus dope the whole kit and caboodle
i need me a girl with a skin tone like cinnamon streusel
i f-ck her then run that sh-t back like renewals
hit it so good, now she trynna canoodle
i’m on my grind so her effort was futile
im trynna run up them streams, like netflix and hulu and youtube (run it up)
i take control of the mic its like voodoo
i do not give a motherf-ck what you do
so many bars i feel like a zoo do
half of you decent the rest of you doo doo
the sh-t that i’m smokin’, it look harajuku (yea)
that mean the weed hair is colorful, bookoo (gas)
bucks what i’m trynna get, i need a lot of it
get in my way and my pistol greg popovich
cuz it might pop a b-tch, i shoot as good as stojakavich
leave you a face of astonishment
solo dolo, no accomplices, (yea) i’m k!llin’ these vowels and these consonants (yup)
i’m trynna take over the continent,( yup) i got the gift of gab i’m flaunting it (yup)
i’m eatin’ this beat, it’s a condiment, everything i just said is on god and sh-t (on god)

(chorus)

(verse 2)

smoke a zip up out the studio, (yea) book me a flight and i catch it like julio (woo)
i’m on a fantastic voyage like coolio n-gg- (yea)
i do these beats extra sucio n-gg- (what’s that)
that’s dirty, (oh) i’m the best hands down 6:30 (woo)
if you care to disagree, lawd a’ mercy (what)
i’ll hit your block up, make you hit the bernie (doo doo doo)
n-gg-s is h-ttin’ the matrix, i’m back to the basics
i get in the booth and i make hits, you get in the booth and you shape shift
you ain’t who you say you is, n-gg- i’m flippin’ these cadences
i am an icon no jaden smith, hold up, you hatin’ you makin’ me bang a pistola
you fakin’, you made up, you n-gg-s sephora
i’m cookin’ so don’t make me peel your cebolla (cebolla)
layers and layers, (yea) theres a big difference from doers and sayers (yea)
ya’ll on the bench, but i’m keepin’ it player (yea)
all of this sh-t’s on that dude in the manger i praise him (praise him)
my soul ain’t for takin’, (takin’) i wake up everyday and thank him (thank him)
i’m blessed, i ain’t f-ckin’ with satan, (satan) that’s for the record, don’t get it mistaken my n-gg-
my soul ain’t for sale, god gotta feel me, he made me in braille
ya’ll gotta k!ll me to f-ck up the trail, i put it in writing, i’m tellin’ my tale
i’m trynna sell like adele, i’m takin’ my time, you trynna throw salt on the snail
i’m a man of god but give ’em h-ll, you a crab in a bucket, i’ll give you a sh-ll n-gg-

(chorus)

[606 buried this beat]

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