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s god - cloudsofstorm lyrics

[ verse: s god ]
keep it 100 i’m floatin’ on clouds
dressin’ the trillest you know i got style
diamonds is water they drippin’ like nile
say i’m not a god, you live in denial
b-tch don’t k!ll the vibe, we feel too alive
i’m not satisfied ’till my high like paradise
runnin’ up a check like a muf-ckin’ track meet
i be on attack gettin’ right to where the racks be
that be where the wack can’t be, where the wack can’t go
yeah where there ain’t no room for the lame
b-tches want the last name
i leave every track slain
way too acclaimed b-tch
greenery be the language
weed talk, money talk
broke boys get vanquished
distinguished taste with the hood sh-t
$900,000 i’m hood rich, spent it all at gucci
shoot up your set like a f-ckin’ movie
embodyment of a true legend with a bad temper, send your crew to heaven
made half a mil on the music sh-t and the clock ain’t even half past eleven
pimp sh-t what i specialize
hazel eyes they hipnotize
fade on the side b-tch f-ck with a god
team too trill can’t f-ck with the squad
tripple 6 what i be on
s god, upper echelon
s god be the paragon
i gets cheese like parmesan
i don’t give ’bout your man hoe
just shake that sh-t comando
forget about your plans tho
if you tryna earn these bands hoe
i be takin’ over, burnin’ bright super nova
i’m a god, nothin’ lower
cut you down like a mower
never catch me sober
muf-ckin’ loner
i’m a motherf-ckin’ weed smoker
definition of a stoner
god d-mnit i’m better than all of these f-ckers
talkin’ that sh-t, i’mma call up the gunners
and we’ll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
then f-ck on your sister, your aunt and your mother

[ outro: s god ]
god d-mnit i’m better than all of these f-ckers
talkin’ that sh-t, i’mma call up the gunners
and we’ll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
then f-ck on your sister, your aunt and your mother
god d-mnit i’m better than all of these f-ckers
talkin’ that sh-t, i’mma call up the gunners
and we’ll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
then f-ck on your sister, your aunt and your mother
god d-mnit i’m better than all of these f-ckers
talkin’ that sh-t, i’mma call up the gunners
and we’ll leave your body all slumped in the gutters
then f-ck on your sister, your aunt and your mother

- s god lyrics

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