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diizii - met god lyrics

[intro]
b_tch ass n_gga
it’s the oc baby runnin’ through showin’ y’all how sh_t get done, you feel me?
different timin’
yeah, okay (wndr)
b_tch, i’m the booth smokin’ this and that
i’m like, “what?” okay, huh, okay, okay

[verse]
b_tch, i’m in the booth smokin’ this and that, nah, i can’t relax
toolies for them n_ggas askin’ where it’s at (bah_bah_bah)
b_tch, back it up, you back me up? i bend it over, break that back
stack it up, don’t break it down, n_gga, you know i never lack (nah_nah)
and i want the ‘wood, i’ma puff it, what’s up?
i don’t rap beef, slide on me, it’s up
f_ckin’ with shorty, i’m beatin’ up guts
b_tch, i’m a freak, i’m not done when i nut
she ain’t a ho, but you f_ckin’ on sl_ts
hol’ on, you trippin’, like what in the f_ck?
hol’ up, i’m trippin’ off of the gas
countin’ the bands, puffin’ on what? then i’m stuck (phew)
uh, puffin’ on what? then i’m stuck
uh, runnin’ on me, then it’s up
bring it back and i’ma f_ck from the front (yeah)
to the front, now i’ma f_ck from the back (yeah)
b_tches trippin’, i’ma make ‘em see black (yeah)
f_ck it, it’s slime ‘em out, line ‘em up, shoot ‘em out
come on, little n_gga, show me what you about
like, hol’ up, he ain’t ‘bout sh_t (sh_t)
hol’ up, and she gotta fit
nah, i do not want you one bit
uh, please do not ask for a pic
hol’ up, best believe i’m finna dip
n_ggas always talkin’ ‘bout “that guy” (yeah)
you talkin’ ‘bout faded, i been high (what?)
dressin’ ‘em up like the met gala (okay)
walked through west a and i met god (d_mn)
huh, he said, “keep doin’ yo thing” (yeah)
uh, thirty round clip, it gon’ hang (yeah)
yeah, i remember usin’ loose change (yeah)
and you switched up, you changed (yeah)
nina, i’m makin’ it sing (yeah)
huh, hittin’ ‘em shots, i got aim (yeah)
huh, run up on you if you playin’ (yeah)
huh, hol’ up, i’m goin’ insane (yeah)
huh, f_ck it, i’m trustin’ myself, i’ma do what i do, i’ma do what they can’t
huh, f_ck what they want, i’ma run it up, do what i do, now i’m breakin’ the bank
huh, gettin’ my motion, they finna stay hatin’, little n_gga, we not the same
huh, i want the dollars, the pounds, the pesos, give a f_ck about the fame
yeah, makin’ mistakes? that’s a part of me (d_mn)
hol’ up, i’m wil’in’, just pardon me
uh, you want beef? don’t be startin’, b
yeah, p_ssin’ ‘em off and that’s how i be
b_tch, you pull up? i pull up on you (yeah)
chrome to the dome, that’s a toolie on you (bah_bah)
bustin’ a cap on a foolie, on me (sh_t)
standin’ on bidness, i put it on bro (okay)
said he don’t bang, but he throw up a four (f_ck)
b_tch, i don’t bang, but i love me a pole (bang)
bro, you a l!ck, all way to the store
i just did a ‘wood but i want me so more (yeah)
shorty ridin’ on me, now she gettin’ low (yeah)
i dropped the addy, but he didn’t show (yeah)
okay, tomorrow we get him at his neck (yeah)
i tell him, “have you ever met tec?” (have you met him?)
if you haven’t, that’s a bet (yeah)
in this life, you get what you get (fasho)
uh, these n_ggas got me upset (uh)
but i got these b_tches upset (okay)
like, what you gon’ do when you get hit?
i mean, like, hit right in yo’ sh_t
you uppin’ the stick? you uppin’ the bl!ck?
nah, you stayin’ inside like a b_tch
[outro]
he_he_he_he_he_he_he!

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