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s god - panther lyrics

[verse 1: s god]
50,000 dollars on my wrist right now, loud pack got me lit as a b-tch right now
talk sh-t to the clique, right hook, lights out
glacier wrist, yeah i brought the ice out
f-ck a parent, f-ck a cop b-tch i do what i want
worked hard for my sh-t, i deserve to flaunt
make earth my b-tch, it’s my world to haunt
better hope that you catch me with the burner off
i don’t really know what the f-ck you on, but i ain’t bowin’ down
you ain’t never help when i was down and out
f-ckin’ p-ssy
standin’ at the edge, don’t f-ckin’ push me
keep a glock on me just in case of problems
high cl-ss sh-t i don’t f-ck with commons
stop all that typing with your f-ckin’ comments
’cause i guarantee in death you’re gonna be forgotten
why you don’t say it in person lil b-tch?
’cause you know i leave you hurtin’ lil b-tch
underground serpent just lurkin’ and sh-t
i am the god behind curtains lil b-tch
flash flood flow, kick rhymes then i ghost
i am not one of you doing the most
claim you the best, not even almost
barely ’bout as hard as some toast at most
i be up workin’ them late nights
so i can stand right in them stage lights
so i can go up to them great heights
but i keep a guard up for them snake types
keep the gr-ss cut, b-tch wanna try me and chopper rip guts
keep the gr-ss cut, b-tch wanna try me and chopper rip guts

[verse 2: s god]
f-ck is you talkin’? you see that i run it
so stop all that gossipin’, makin’ -ssumptions
all of that sh-t that you talkin’ is nothin’
say you gone k!ll me, i know that you bluffin’
pray for forgivness, the lord didn’t hear me
so i went to heaven and i made him fear me
syth in my hand for anyone testin’ me
this is a guarentee, i make him rest in peace
lil bark in this b-tch (aye)
gold fangs when i spit (d-mn)
lil god be the one (aye)
spit like a submachine gun (yuh)
dododododododo (aye)
really gone shoot out the roof (yuh)
foreign my motherf-ckin’ coupe (b-tch)
you know i ride with yunggscoop (aye)
b-tch i can only tell truth (f-ck)
flex while i’m still in my youth (flex)
gold on my motherf-ckin’ tooth (flex)
and you know i’m straight off the goup (d-mn)
top always off when i ride (b-tch)
you know i’m reppin’ southside (yuh)
blonde boy, flex on ’em heavy (aye)
candy paint, ridin’ in my chevy (skrt)

[hook: s god]
we don’t do ridin’ with fake sh-t yuh
that be too basic, right
game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit
smg we gonna make it aye
get this whole place lit yuh
f-cker just face it, number one spot i’mma take it
we don’t do ridin’ with fake sh-t yuh
that be too basic, right
game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit
smg we gonna make it aye
get this whole place lit yuh
f-cker just face it, number one spot i’mma take it
we don’t do ridin’ with fake sh-t yuh
that be too basic, right
game is a snake pit, never quite sure where the snake bit
smg we gonna make it aye
get this whole place lit yuh
f-cker just face it, number one spot i’mma take it

- s god lyrics

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