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s god - cld lyrics

[hook: s god]
who told you you could f-ck with me?
b-tch i’m runnin’ up a bag
i’m livin’ in luxury
somethin’ that you never had
five years i been gunnin’ b
come at the game like heart attack
hmmm i wonder why he tryna spar with starter raps
who told you you could f-ck with me?
b-tch i’m runnin’ up a bag
i’m livin’ in luxury
somethin’ that you never had
five years i been gunnin’ b
come at the game like heart attack
hmmm i wonder why he tryna spar with starter raps

[verse: s god]
who want the smoke like a yachty track
runnin’ your mouth you get put in a body bag
snappin’ you quicker than spine on a zombie back
copycat b-tches get hit in the cardiovascular
ice on my fang like a way richer dracula
b-tches all on me like i’m on the bachelor
shoot for the stars with a 950 caliber
i don’t got time to be worried ’bout amateurs
please don’t get me started, i’m raw and i’m heartless when i see my target and uh
the best on the market ’till my life departed, so you should regard me as such
the bar is set higher when i’m droppin’ fire, i hope i inspire you f-cks
i’ll never retire ’till my life expire so truly i don’t give a

- s god lyrics

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