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s god - lord have mercy كلمات الأغنية

[ hook: s god ]
s god, you know what the name is
she comin’ home with me cause it’s f-ck who she came with
say you not a fan then you f-ckin’ f-ggots brainless
ask your god for mercy ‘fore i hit you with the k b-tch
what i’m ’bout? b-tch i’m ’bout that gang sh-t
she comin’ home with me cause it’s f-ck who she came with
say i’m not a god then you f-ckin’ f-ggots brainless
tryna come at me imma hit you with the k b-tch

[ verse 1: s god ]
better ask your god for mercy
’cause comin’ for my head will just leave you in a herse see
nothin’ you could ever say will ever f-ckin’ hurt me
i’m ridin’ with the double styro sippin’ on that dity
f-ckin’ with the god and imma seperate your head and shoulders
it ain’t nothin’ to me i’m conditioned like a f-ckin’ soldier
flushin’ out the fakes and i’m drainin’ all they life force
all you p-ssies washed out what you even write for?
i f-ck b-tches by the two
i pop zannies by the ten
and every b-tch i ever f-cked said they wish it wouldn’t end
i cash out with the squad and we ridin’ ’round in bentlys
keep the draco by my side just in case they try to end me
p-ssy boys gon’ keep on talkin’ throwin’ dirt on my name
but it’s $15,000 just to make a flyer with my name
i don’ spent 3 grips on my motherf-ckin’ chain
i ain’t never spent a dime on a b-tch stop playin’
who the f-ck i think i am?
i’m a god b-tch don’t f-ck with me
all you new rappers, really you can’t f-ck with me
stuntin’ on you f-ckers has become just so addictive
i k!ll all you weak -ss p-ssies i leave no surviving vitims

[ verse 2: s god ]
big boy sh-t water drippin’ off the fiji crystals
say you got some guns but they lookin’ like some water pistols
i’m the undisputed king of texas b-tch don’t challange me
i go back to back on your -ss i’m too damaging
pull up with the guns and i’m ready to blast
hollow tips out the crome at your -ss
i am like gandolf cause you cannot p-ss
not 21 but i do got the mac
all of these rappers they try but they lack
try to be dope but they just spittin’ whack
pull up to the block and they wavin’ white flags
the reaper of rap i’m dressed in all black
ride with the hunneds i never get ones
keep talkin’ sh-t i shoot at your lung
stupid lil’ b-tch cannot play with my funds
f-ck on your hoe yes i bang her like drums
you lookin’ stupid you do not get stacks
imma keep ballin’ collectin’ the racks
i might just pull up i’m sippin’ on ack
push on the b-tton the top it go back
yuhh
i’m just flexin’ on these p-ssies
clamin’ that they pro but they level be on rookie
they can’t beat my high score, b-tch it’s cause i write more
can’t stand on my bankroll i’m too scared of heights wh0r-
gang gang that’s how i roll
my sh-t cold, sub zero flow
i ain’t payin’ for no p-ssy no
they droppin’ racks just to book me tho
i been the best 2 tripple 0
i make bank you ain’t makin’ money tho
i’m a1 you ain’t f-ckin’ with the flow
it’s ag from the tx hoe

- s god

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