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shad da god - battery low lyrics

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[hook]
pour the four (pour the four, n-gga)
poppin’ too much sh-t my battery low (my battery low, n-gga)
bag for the new cup of the 24 (two four, two four)
make me mad, i buy a bag for yo’ hoe (buy a bag)
cause i got a lot of money on me (money)
and she got a lot of swag drippin’ off her
and we got married to the streets i jugged the alter (streets)
whole motherf-ckin’ bosses out the “g”niverse

[verse 1]
yeah, drop the six
roll my backwood ‘fore i go whip her -ss and grits
smack that hoe right on the -ss then turn around and smack my b-tch
macie margiela cologne, a four cups press on a b-tch
f-ck a stick b-tch, snitches gettin’ clips
ooh, jewelry, ooh
jumpin’ out the whips, ooh
we spin the block, bankroll mafia sh-t
who that [?] just hit the door, and they talkin’ bout in them bricks
i get rich, i take [?], and when i p-ss, i take p-ss
got a lil’ red, i take b-tch, i f-ck that b-tch with the gl-ss and wrists
i f-ck the b-tch with a gl-ss neck
she just want gas, she don’t want x
i just want -ss, i won’t commit
i got a whole mink on b-tch
my bankroll one tone, b-tch (blue!)

[verse 2]
we the n-gga, that ridin coupes and sh-t, f-ck that sh-t
we the n-gga, pull up with a whole full clip
we the n-gga, that is you, we don’t leave without the stick
we the n-gga, that is you, we not goin for bullsh-t
we the n-gga, just got the pack touchdown
we the n-gga, that is you, serve the whole f-ckin’ town
we the n-gga, that is you, worried bout no bankroll
we the n-gga, that is you, pull up with the wrist on froze
bentley doors, they can’t close
and we comin’ out, camperton road
i just waste some lean on my clothes
i just poured some muhf-ckin’ mo’
how you in the driver street with a stick, hangin’ out the back window?
how you countin yo money up with one hand and you blindfold
cause they all hundreds?

- shad da god lyrics

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