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westside t - if god exists its fcking me! lyrics

[intro]
run up your f+cking b+tch ass, you f+ck!
guess who just discovered a new element!
think you could do that morty?
you think anyone but me could do that, ever, in a billion years?
do you think if god existed, he could do it?
the answer is no!
if god exists, its f+cking me!

[pre+chorus]
jump out at the show (uh, i+i+i’m working on dying), jump out at the show
had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (hey, hey, hey, bnyx)
potty trained my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
“shh” ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)

[chorus]
huh, riding in that, b+u+l+l tonka truck
riding ’round with these bust+down watches on me, i got my bl!cky tucked (hey, hey, hey)
headin’ number one up on these charts, b+tch, yeah, it’s stuck as f+ck
a+a+all we do is just go number one, huh (hey, hey, hey)
and i just brought in some m’s, lil’ b+tch, it’s the first of the month
riding ’round, i’m in the cayenne, lil’ b+tch, i’ma tear up the city, i’m afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
i went and painted the benz, i switched sh+t up, i wanted it done by the dawn
all of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (hey, hey, hey)
i don’t give a f+ck what you sayin’, i don’t listen to it, i don’t wanna hear ’bout none
and the whip got two r, yeah, rolls royce truck, yeah, what the cullinan bought (hey, hey, hey)
i’m ’bout to bring this sh+t back and then wait from the top, it’s that time of the month
i’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)
[verse]
how you gon’ talk to a rat? (huh?) how you gon’ talk to the feds? (woo)
how you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (woo) now you gon’ talk to the lead (huh?)
i don’t give a f+ck what you sayin’, huh, you already heard what i said, huh (woo)
yeah, i got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, i got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo)
and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the coupe, yeah, i pop the b+tch on tes’, huh (woo, woo, woo)
you ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense, huh (woo, woo, woo)
i destroyed the coupe, i’m ’bout to jump out again

[chorus]
huh, riding in that, b+u+l+l tonka truck
riding ’round with these bust+down watches on me, i got my bl!cky tucked (hey, hey, hey)
headin’ number one up on these charts, b+tch, yeah, it’s stuck as f+ck
a+a+all we do is just go number one, huh (hey, hey, hey)
and i just brought in some m’s, lil’ b+tch, it’s the first of the month
riding ’round, i’m in the cayenne, lil’ b+tch, i’ma tear up the city, i’m afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
i went and painted the benz, i switched sh+t up, i wanted it done by the dawn
all of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (hey, hey, hey)
i don’t give a f+ck what you sayin’, i don’t listen to it, i don’t wanna hear ’bout none
and the whip got two r, yeah, rolls royce truck, yeah, what the cullinan bought (hey, hey, hey)
i’m ’bout to bring this sh+t back and then wait from the top, it’s that time of the month
i’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)
[outro]
how you gon’ talk to a rat? (huh?) how you gon’ talk to the feds? (woo)
how you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (woo) now you gon’ talk to the lead? (huh?)
i don’t give a f+ck, just sayin’, huh, lil’ bit’, you heard what i said (woo)
yeah, i got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, i got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo)
and i don’t give a f+ck ’bout the coupe, yeah, i pop the b+tch on tes’ (woo, woo, woo)
you ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense (woo, woo, woo)
i destroyed the coupe, i’m ’bout to jump out again

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