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s god - ugh lyrics

[verse 1: s god]
b-tch you think you bad but you will never be micheal
’cause all you rappers suck and this i swear on the bible
there’s not another rapper better recognize i’m the final
i make your b-tch diss you for me then release it on vinyl
it’s that dirty motherf-cker from the 2 1 0
i got people out here tryna rob my deniro
don’t be talkin’ out your neck tryna act like hero
i’ll leave your body cold like the boy sub zero
yuh
10 bad b-tches in my room givin’ face ’till they neck sore
cop a good succ then i move on to the next wh0r-
poltergeist up on my neck
tripple commas on my check
20 rounds up in the tec
now i got ’em panickin’
none of you biches challengin’
nothing like i imagined it
all of you b-tches slackin’ and
what’s it gonna take to get you motherf-ckers flowin’ again
’cause it’s not just anybody that you goin’ against

[verse 2: s god]
keep the blade up on my chain just like i won the race
ion f-ck with most you rappers, give me f-ckin’ sp-ce
imma run up in your trap, bape mask on my face
if you try to fight back, pull the mac from my waist
never worried ’bout the cash, b-tch i’m rich i’m rich i’m rich
saucy than a b-tch, yes i drip i drip i drip, sick
try me and i’m bound to cut a b-tch quick
never gonna miss it, run up on him, hit him with the hit stick
hyper-focused on the music ’cause to make it is my mission
beat the whole game to submission
lil god and tuna fish, we the sharks in this sh-t
talkin’ tough out your neck, get to poppin’ it quick
your madula meet my ruga have you catchin’ a clip
quit the actin’ send you packin’ ’cause you lackin’ lil b-tch

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