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s god - fuckcorona! lyrics

[verse: s god]
you know i got b#tches, ain’t scrollin’ on backpage
he said he copped balmain but you know the tag fake
all cause of rap now your girl want my last name
i got twin gats you can call me lil max payne
he ain’t with sh#t, i can tell he gon’ flip
pull up on my block, get deleted like backsp#ce
i call up your b#tch and she jump on this d#ck
i bet that’s the reason he stay with a mad face
oo oo oo oo
nike the check on my new shoes
pull up with tint on my new coupe
i lost the roof too
my gun got corona, i’m sick with the aim
make him look like doughnut, put six in his brain
these diamonds on my neck gon kick like liu kang
seen he dropped an album, it flopped, what a shame
my sh#t gon go diamond like whats on my chain
you can’t stand with me cause lil b#tch you a lame
i’m a god with this sh#t so b#tch we not the same
your best is my worst, i put that on my name
stoopid
i’m sayin’
25 hundred for what’s on my chain
this chandelier necklace so heavy
i’m ready
she suckin’ on me like she slurpin’ spaghetti
it’s excellent
saw my new whip and she said it’s so elegant
b#tch imma pro, gotta hang up my letterman
if them boys plottin’ on me
gotta roll deep
now i look like the president
said i roll like the chief
bangin’ my line, better keep that sh#t brief
i got a lil bread, now they all want a piece
i’m gettin’ this cheese and it’s no macaroni
you built like a sandwich, you full of bologna
i’m puttin’ up 60, i feel like i’m kobe
but life is too short so it’s r.i.p. kobe
d#mn, r.i.p. kobe
b#tch i’m the one, got me feelin’ like obie
wrist, it be hittin’, i bust down my rollie

- s god lyrics

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