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gxddxmn - defnotbio lyrics

[intro: diizii]
godd*mn
that ain’t god’s plan

[chorus: defnotbio]
they like, “godd*mn,” (d*mn) this ain’t god’s plan (nah)
but like johnny blaze; this youngin’ is a hot head (uh*huh)
i get it bussin’ in this b*tch just like swat can (brra)
time is tickin’, gwen stacy, you gon’ drop dead (drop dead)
they like, “godd*mn,” (d*mn) keep it truckin’ like a dodge ram (dodge)
i keep a stick in my pocket, call it pots, pans (pots, pans)
i could make it rain just like god can
i’ma leave him for the beaver, they like god, d*mn
[verse: diizii]
hol’ on, walk up in this b*tch, like, godd*mn
get on my level, you can’t do what the f*ck a god can
your broad givin’ me mega mind, i call her roxanne
and youngin’s tryna switch up on me, lil’ b*tch, i don’t plot plans
so run my muh’f*ckin’ fade if you think you got hands
and the top drawer got the weapon, b*tch, you know what i’m sayin’?
y’all lil’ rappers act likе y’all the sh*t, foo’, you don’t got fans
f*ck a tweakin’ youngin’, the f*ck his namе is? bossman?
i’m no type to just go off for no reason and throw shots
but it’s on my mother, i could hit you, far or close shots
how you expect support when you don’t give it back?
and thinkin’ i’ma join yo’ lil’ crew? must be off some crack, huh
and, yes, i be fried, don’t be think i’m rollin’ with south
yeah, you’re b*tchless, if you had one, though, i’d be all in her mouth
so someone tell that old head who still live in mama’s house
pushin’ thirty, actin’ five, hailen; the f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout?
i get you been through some trauma, uh, don’t think i got a doubt
don’t mean postin’ ‘bout me’s fixin’ sh*t, you always actin’ out
next day i hit yo’ dm ‘bout it, i was tryna talk it out
remember back in the days we’d give each other shouts
sh*t, we used to be homies, but i grew up and you didn’t
always play the f*ckin’ victim’, dave, you must be f*ckin’ kiddin’
and this whole verse ain’t no lie, i just told the facts, bruh
bro, you yellin’, “f*ck the haters!” but offended? it don’t match up
you stay cryin’ on the net, but act like you some f*ckin’ warrior
wanna sue me for slander? okay, foo’, go hit up a lawyer
i’m a f*ckin’ creature when i’m off a liter, i done broke the meter
yo’ sh*t ain’t no bumpin’, my sh*t turnt the f*ckin’ speakers
tryna make that preacher music, that sh*t gettin’ weaker, you no leader
even ‘til this day that p*ssy still beggin’ for features
i’m a stepper, f*ck some sneakers, turn my neck into a freezer
‘fore you find another b*tch, she’ll leave you before you can leave her
beggin’ me to listen to yo’ tape, you ain’t support me either
how you sleepin’ on the youngin’, oldin’? knew you was a sleeper
had yo’ music on delay, okay, i’m really not that eager
phire ain’t did sh*t for you, homie, did you even f*ckin’ meet her?
i’ma player in the field, lil’ b*tch, you stuck up on the bleachers
i’m a taker and receiver, k!ll instrumentals, no reaper
and you got yo’ first b*tch, huh? but you couldn’t even keep her
hard to keep a b*tch when there’s a thousand miles in between ya’
cuh, i used to be a dreamer, now my youngin’ is a dealer
if yo’ single mother ex*b*tch come around, i’ma go feel her
with them three children, d*mn, boy, i bet you she’s an eater
i done went off, lil’ youngin’, ‘fore i’m out, i’ll blast the heater, phew
[chorus: defnotbio]
they like, “godd*mn,” (d*mn) this ain’t god’s plan (nah)
but like johnny blaze; this youngin’ is a hot head (uh*huh)
i get it bussin’ in this b*tch just like swat can (brra)
time is tickin’, gwen stacy, you gon’ drop dead (drop dead)
they like, “godd*mn,” (d*mn) keep it truckin’ like a dodge ram (dodge)
i keep a stick in my pocket, call it pots, pans (pots, pans)
i could make it rain just like god can
i’ma leave him for the beaver, they like god, d*mn

[outro: diizii]
yeah, and go f*ckin’ cry about this sh*t on the net
you lil’ b*tch
(agh, diizii!)
had to bring that tag back, you know what i’m sayin’?

- defnotbio lyrics

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