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tm88 & shad da god - extra lyrics

[intro: shad da god]
you know we had to make a call to the southside
college park to be exact
fifth street, what up?
i told my boy i don’t want shad da god, i want rich kid shawty
yeah
ayy, tm, this the one we workin’?
old motherf+cker, old swag? okay
(crash dummy goin’ r+t+rded, spendin’ cash money)
yeah, god

[chorus: shad da god]
red paint (red paint), insides peanut b+tter (yeah, it’s peanut)
i let the money get to talkin’, n+gga, no chris tucker (franklin)
i got my old sh+t with me, i’m a motherf+cker (i got old sh+t)
bread, n+gga, fuddruckers, my young sh+t, she a bloodsucker (ah)
bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (n+gga)
mafia pimpin’, extra large (on god), i go crack, n+gga, еxtra hard
i go bold, extra risks, we from wherе it’s treacherous (yeah)
piercers in a necklace, i already met your b+tch (god)

[verse 1: shad da god]
i already met lil’ shawty (lil’ shawty)
audemars wrist, it’s a lil’ light forty (let’s go)
plug had ‘za, i bought it, yeah (i bought it)
when they threw it, i had caught it (let’s go)
man, my swag different (god)
drip like faucet, that’s my preference
and i’m ridin’ with the kel+tec ’cause my city messy (atlanta)
yeah, bounce your ass, though (bounce your ass)
yeah, i’m tryna get on a ho (on god)
when you gon’ drop somethin’ else, god? man, ain’t nothin’, this sh+t on the floor (on god)
in these streets like yellow lines, n+gga, i’m hustlin’ like i’m poor (on god)
n+gga still be on the backstreet, n+gga, f+ck it, smokin’ dro (yeah)
check me out couple albums before (let’s go)
just in case y’all n+ggas be slow (what’s happenin’?)
i had to keep that sh+t pushin’ (what’s happenin’?)
i had to row, row, row my boat (let’s go)
slime the god, a slippery slope (on god)
we’ll make some sh+t float (hahaha)
i ain’t gon’ spend it ’til i’m broke
but i’ma put out a lil’ dough
[chorus: shad da god]
red paint (red paint), insides peanut b+tter (yeah, it’s peanut)
i let the money get to talkin’, n+gga, no chris tucker (franklin)
i got my old sh+t with me, i’m a motherf+cker (i got old sh+t)
bread, n+gga, fuddruckers, my young sh+t, she a bloodsucker (ah)
bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (n+gga)
mafia pimpin’, extra large (on god), i go crack, n+gga, extra hard
i go bold, extra risks, we from where it’s treacherous (yeah)
piercers in a necklace, i already met your b+tch (god)

[verse 2: shad da god]
i already sipped the wock’ (already sipped the wock’), i already crushed that block (crushed that block)
smoke a blunt and no baby bottle (ah), my name god, she on my top (on god)
and i’m on that west right now, but i’m from that south like flock (southside)
but i’m from that south like troup (nat), flashin’ in a nasty coupe (know i’m flashin’, n+gga)
yeah, free them blue devils, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout duke (university)
the way the b+tch blew me, think i was a flute (flizzute)
my pimpin’ international, not just 285 loop (hold up)
i flew my b+tch to costa rica, f+cked her like the swoop (god)

[chorus: shad da god]
red paint (red paint), insides peanut b+tter (yeah, it’s peanut)
i let the money get to talkin’, n+gga, no chris tucker (franklin)
i got my old sh+t with me, i’m a motherf+cker (i got old sh+t)
bread, n+gga, fuddruckers, my young sh+t, she a bloodsucker (ah)
bankroll stuffed in corduroys, man, who solid out of all them boys? (n+gga)
mafia pimpin’, extra large (on god), i go crack, n+gga, extra hard
i go bold, extra risks, we from where it’s treacherous (yeah)
piercers in a necklace, i already met your b+tch (god)

- tm88 shad da god lyrics

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