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semtexxx - don't fight god! lyrics

[intro]
why do you look so mad, cxd?

[verse 1: semtexxx]
caught up in the deep, i think that you should check yo’ net worth
addin’ up the mathematics, lookin’ like an expert
if he talkin’ hot, up out the trunk i grab the vesper
i could give a f+ck, like b+tch you not even a member
b+tch we talking crazy, keep the rocket on my f+cking hip
eliminate anyone that think they powerin’ off up on the crib
how can i be so sorry if i’m gone? b+tch i already dipped
walkin’ up in the b+tch, like watch me cash out all the checks, d+mn
[?] the game like how i pistol pop another f+cker
got it on me if hе talkin’ [?]
motherf+ckers, i can hear likе all yo’ conversations
why you lookin’ all around? i know you contemplatin’
i’m the best up in the room, i said there’s no debatin’
i said b+tch i got ’em [?] and now the p+ssy skating
ever since a kid i know they against me, yeah they been betrayin’
i said p+ssy, what you say? like what’s the word?
i smoke you in my blunt, i mix the grass up with the earth
how many time it takes for you to get up on my f+cking nerves?
[?] could give a f+ck about a bird, huh

[bridge: semtexxx]
[?] finna hit
i wanna up with the cutter, oh brother
bust up on my d+ck, i got these b+tches they finna go up
wakin’ up in the morning, feel the demons, they tryna get lit up
what did you say? no, i don’t know
i don’t think you can catch up, d+mn
[verse 2: semtexxx]
okay, b+tch i’m like a brick, yeah i never fold
i could give a f+ck about it, f+ck this sh+t [?]
[?] on his chest [?]
leave his body on the floor until it’s f+cking cold
and the way they follow me, it’s like a f+cking cult
i can’t f+ck with [?] b+tches, all you b+tches hoes
couple shots up in his brain, now he coming down
[?] my d+ck out in this b+tch, i said i like to boast

[bridge: semtexxx]
i just wanna ride for the team (for the team)
in the scope, you get hit with the beam (with the beam)
yeah, she love me, yeah i feel like mr. clean (mr. clean)
f+ck about she give a f+ck, like what you mean? huh

[chorus: semtexxx]
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
don’t, don’t fight god
[verse 3: jenx2]
b+tches sucking d+ck, she gon’ give me top
out the motherf+cking picture, b+tch you getting cropped
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout a thing, b+tch you getting dropped
b+tch i got a brand+new raygun out the box
fa+fa+fa, shooting at your spine
i can see the envy, i’ma end you with my f+cking glock
me and my gun the same size, we got big c+cks
you been sucking d+ck, [?] me, i ain’t switching spots
this sh+t got me reminiscent ’bout the old times, huh
why you talking ’bout the past? that sh+t old [?], huh
when they looking at my raps, that’s a gold mine
b+tch i’m d5, had to make a b+tch take a rewind

[bridge: jenx2]
lil’ b+tch i f+cking got it, in my pocket
no you cannot get a band, huh
and i know yo’ b+tch tryna f+ck me, ’cause i know that she a fan, huh
i had to spread it all out, put all the money in my mo’f+cking hand, huh
i got a mo’f+cking chop’, i’m gonna make ’em understand

- semtexxx lyrics

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