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n7 & pwap – on god lyrics

[intro: pwap]
digitalramz
hahaha
(you really did this digitalramz)
(woo!)
on god, on god!
petty wap!
hol’ up
on this note, n7’s gonna go crazy

[verse: pwap and n7]
big bank roll, and the cookie blunt stuffed
i’mma hit it from the back, felt a n+gga in the gut
n7, petty wap, we ain’t never gave a f+ck
i’mma get it out the mud, n+ggas runnin’ up a muck
when it’s talk about drugs, i’mma hit ’em from the bus
put a bomb on his head, watch a motherf+cker bust
give a f+ck about a lil n+gga tellin’ me who to trust
catch him lacking with the pack, watch ’em get a b+tch up (on god!)
did it, we did it
keep touring the fifties
put two on the shirt, i ain’t work for no pity
smoking on sticky, she sucking my d+ck
and she pull up her shirt so i bust on her titties
n+ggas is iffy, y’all look like some piggies
catch me ’round them n+ggas, i heard that they snitching
you got a problem, i call up my brothers
don’t call me your brother
don’t call me your brother, you n+ggas is broke
i move like the pope, it’s pwap, the goat
i’m a real ass n+gga, ain’t spent a penny on a ho
need 10 for a show, remember sleeping on the floor
now i fly to different states, and they give a n+gga dome
bad lightskin hoe, show her titties front row
never wolfing on the gang, i remember g+code
petty+marshawn lynch, n+gga goin’ beast mode (on god!)
shoot up the bar, shots got ’em tipsy
load up the car, hunnid round clippers
she got menage, but the b+tch white, iggy
pulling phone calls, get right with you
pulling phone calls, i’mma get right with you
slide to a n+gga yard if a n+gga got an issue
i’mma wipe a n+gga nose like the last piece of tissue
i’mma f+ck a n+gga daughter, i’mma slaughter n+gga’s princess(ay)
these bags on the mat, i got cheese in my pockets, drive me to the packs
i ball like the lakers, my pockets look fatter
you work at mcdonalds, your pockets look sadder
these magic my diamonds, my jeweler a dancer
she love smoking backwards and she suck it backwards
i feel like lil yachty, you n+ggas is p+ssy
i see it, i feel it, i know it, i smell it, you know it
he feel like lil yachty, i feel like n7
put on for my city, but n+ggas still jealous
i bounced a few b+tches, don’t answer a question
i blocked a lil b+tch, then i delete the message
i am a real n+gga, need viewer discretion
never leave my gang, only brothers in my section
i told my little brother i’m a lethal weapon
now i’m eating good, ain’t no need for no stressing (ay)
every day pay+day, i got the sauce
tatted up fat n+gga, with the bread, rick ross
bust down a thot, or bust down the watch
n+ggas claiming that they hard, i [?] now he soft
bust on her back after i f+ck her raw
(on god, on god, on god, on god!)
he call me somet’in, i f+ck his mom
got a thick black b+tch, call her nicki minaj
lil biddy bih’ don’t know how to use manners
this suppressor sound like i opened a fanta
her mouth full of d+ck, so she look like a hamster
i’m minding my business, she using the camera (on god)
it’s pwap and n7, i’m feeling real selfish
these b+tches be needing and asking, i’m helpless
the pack came in ugly, it just made me welt
treat him like a cannon, he burning, he melting
i f+cked on his girlfriend, he no happy camper
my baby got booty, it look like a pamper
this 40 no drum, i only make slappers
i feel like deontrae, don’t feel like no rapper (on god, on god!)
b+tch, i don’t feel like no rapper
you are not a shooter, boy, you are a capper
she told me be gentle, pwap had to slap her
yes, i run my city, pwap is the master
(talk to ’em petty wap!)

[outro: n7]
jackboii, jackboii, jackboii, jackboii

- n7 pwap lyrics

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