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godhandusa - ain't shit change كلمات أغنية

[intro: mongo]
aw sh_t, here we go again
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d

[verse 1: mongo]
a_a_ain’t sh_t change but the muhf_ckin’ change b_tch, bang
muhf_ckas better stay up in yo’ lane
brrt’ang dang dang with the ching chong clips
if a trick’s talkin’ sh_t, he gon’ meet the palm quick
that’s the hand, g_o_d be the prefix
only need the m and the g, f_ck a remix (boom)
suckas tellin’ fibs, hoes keepin’ secrets
the money never lie, i’ma show you what it be, b_tch
stackin’ all this cheese like a diabetic
suckas wanna behalf of the hand, b_tch, try and get it
my b_tch got a fat ass
like a flight attendant, hit it from the back and make her scream like a fire exit
i’m a pit bull how it hit it from the rear
string him up and pull the f_ckin’ trigger like a puppeteer
steal all the sh_t out yo’ whip, like a buccaneer
sucka’ pulled up with his b_tch, now she comin’ here
i’m a g with the mac in my lap, make a p_ssy mothaf_cka’ od on the track (boom)
it’s the hand if you tryna’ get slapped
b_tch i’m from the bay, got ’em eatin’ bullets, sh_t smack, b_tch, boom
i’ma give ’em back to god
you will get yo’ sh_t cooked tryna’ act broad
ain’t sh_t change but the kick in yo’ jaw
let these mothaf_ckas know who the real hand a god, b_tch, boom
[verse 2: gonda]
r_r_real tree, ar_15, i’ma hunt ’em down
pull up with a bowl of reese’s pieces, that’s a ‘hunnid rounds
bands in my pants, i can’t put the money down
banana clip on the glock, my opps makin’ monkey sounds
thinkin’ i’ma act a b_tch, hoe you thinkin’ wrong
blunt in my hand, you could mistake it for a lincoln log
thicc b_tch tryna’ sit up on the d_ck, stick my pinky in her b_tt, i’m surprised it ain’t rip my finger off
b_tch, i’ma pull up cause a cataclysm with a switchblade, first i cl!ck it then i snap it in him
i like my b_tches with a very slow metabolism
f_ck her from the back until my p_n_s have a aneurysm
make her herniate a disk while i permeate her membrane
i could f_ck any b_tch 10 ways for 10 days
hand a god on the belt buckle
henny in my cup turn my brain into a mud puddle
hop!
b_tch, and i splash in it
you got a pocket in yo’ pants, but no cash in it
i got too much, in the mattress i’m stashin’ it
when i’m drivin’ in my lane i go fast in it
pull the seatbelt ‘cross yo’ lap, you better fasten it
pedal to the medal ’til there ain’t no more gas in it
the beat dead, hoodie up like an assassin
i do the instrumental with no heart, i ain’t compassionate
yeah, on the mic go ridiculous
vocabulary and the flow so articulate
formulate a verse, so meticulous
smokin’ all these others rappers, turn ’em into ash, particulous
like he cannabis, weed, marijuana
the block hot, water on the rocks in the sauna
lyin’ on the floor like kurt cobain, rollin’ up another strain that’ll take me to nirvana
[outro: mongo]
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d
ain’t sh_t change but the f_ckin’ vvs, hoe (boom)
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d
ain’t sh_t change, hoes f_ckin’? we’s free, hoe (boom)
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d
ain’t sh_t change but the rocks on my chain, b_tch (boom)
g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d, g_o_d_h_a_n_d
ain’t sh_t change but the muhf_ckin’ change, b_tch (boom)

- godhandusa

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