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syko solja - new god flow remix lyrics

[syko solja: verse 1]
i was 16 writin’ better 16s
than most of you rappers now that’re listening
i p-ss steam, so hot with this spit thing
i can melt a stick of b-tter with my sick scheme
god flow got em prayin’ for a break son
i’m jason, drownin’ n-ggas in a lake son
you fake ones get shook by these deep lyrics
i be sickenin’, psalms flow, i speak scriptures
pete griffin how my b-lls on ya b-tch chin
got my hands on her lace, no pig skin
i dig in like a hungry kid that don’t eat
& break her back, have her jaw on her own feet
ballerina b-tch, she flexible
hit her with the pump now she g-ssed, texaco
latin b-tch, came straight from mexico
suckin’ on the bird, her head game’s impeccable
& i’m just tryna pay the bills
these n-ggas fakin’ sk!lls, say they tryna make a mill
i’m tryna scr-pe a meal, no time to waste for real
wanna get up out the hood, can’t wait to ink a deal
george jeff moved up, so why can’t i?
i want a deluxe apartment on chamale drive
where the white folks live, sh-t i’m tryna 5
sh-t i’m tryna make 10, so i don’t see this again
i wan’ turn my back, does that make me a bad man
since i don’t wanna see the fake in my past man
so many n-ggas turned away, then the cash came
that’s when i saw they face light up, like a cash cab
i’m baghdad, droppin’ bombs like funk flex
horizon flow, it goes down like sunsets
xxl n-gga spittin’ so complex
k!llin’ all you dogs, like i’m some kinda dumb vet
the pen -ssists with these murders that i come wit
i’m innocent until further provin’ upset
i get a b-tch that like to wind like c-ssettes
& since i’m her soldier, she could be my cadet
i get the pink nice & wet, then i beat like a chest
when i’m done, i just leave like peace, bye, god bless
cause i ain’t got time to stay with you
find another n-gga that’ll try to stay faithful boo
cause ima pimp, puttin’ hoes for adoption
rollin’ in a drop to johnny guitar watson
rollin’ up some pot in a 1.5 b-tch
fat -ss joints bout as thick as trina thighs is
bout as cole as keyshia eyes is
smokin’ on a pound, put a pound on my eyelids
cause i can barely keep em open after i hit
weed more loud than a note from a violin
n-gga stop all this violence
why can’t we smoke weed & get along like nice kids
instead of n-ggas tryna fight for a white b-tch
we can get high & be tight like vice grips
i’m keepin’ it a hunnit like the heat index
divide ya team on the court like east vs west
half ya n-ggas is fake, half of em need respect
but all my n-ggas hard like a p-n-s erect
pause,, frank ocean, i’m tryna get that pink matter
want a b-tch to serve me brain on a cheese platter
the type of chick that cook, clean, and speak spanish
word to steph, that’s the type that i be after
oops, did i really say her name dawg?
f-ck it, i think this weed got my brain gone
like a drop top coupe, when the rain gone
growin’ weed in a van, that’s a state farm
like the leaves in the wind, b-tch i stay blown
like some sleeves in the winter, i stay on
all you n-ggas talkin sh-t, just hate on
cause you the one that’s always at the bottom, you a tailbone
he that endureth to the end shall be saved
so i let these n-ggas talk while i’m steady gettin’ cake
got money on my mind even though it’s not safe
it’s the root of all evil, but my soul it won’t take
if i die before i wake, pray the lord my soul is shaped
cause i barely fit the guidelines to make it in the gates
so when the vow breaks & i fall to a lake
i’m just hopin’ i can swim before i drown in the hate
wait, who knew you could spit truth with the fake
all these punchline rappers steady lyin’ to ya face
if i don’t rap them, i’ll never get recognition
but f-ck this, i’m tired chasin’ all these selfish visions n-gga

- syko solja lyrics

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