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get up! - godhandusa lyrics

[intro]
d*d*dim the lights out, smokin’ that [?]
thinkin’ of a murder, murder, thinkin’ of a murder, murder h*llo? you’re listening to a gortiverse exclusive
d*d*dim the lights out, smokin’ that [?]
thinkin’ of a murder, murder, thinkin’ of a murder*

[pre*chrous: mongo]
check, check, check, you know what the f*ck it is! mongo in yo’ motherf*ckin’ hoe!
77.7 hand of god fm, comin’ at you with a special request! what’s that mongo?
now i see a lot of p*ssy motherf*cka’s in the hood sleepin’ on the hand oh nah!
wherever you at, pick yo’ motherf*ckin’ feet up off the ground, b*tch! okay!
this godhand volume 2

[chorus: gonda]
b*tch get up
talkin’ sh*t, super soaka’, you get wet up
poker face, no expression, i won’t let up
you like a chess set, b*tch you can get set up
hit you with a left, right, left, chin check
leave you eye the same color as some windex
i’m impatient, way it make me fed up
you made a fool of yourself, b*tch get up

[verse 1: gonda]
i’m a certified f*ck your b*tch specialist
leave her satisfied, you know that gonda always excellent
rappers are my sons, tell my cum, that’s a testament
got a million kids, that’s a conservative estimate, uh
i’m smokin’ on that sh*t that make you immolate
i took too much shrooms so now my eyeb*lls look like dinner plates, uh
uh, we doin’ 107 on the interstate
sleepin’ on me, fake, i know that all the real ones been awake, uh
[verse 2: mongo]
i’m a bonafide b*tch getter
m*o*n*g*o, come correct, f*ck your b*tch better
baby glock, turn a sucka’ young, he a bed wetter
f*ck her throat up, lil’ mongo, had to get my head measured
b*tch, stick your tongue out, or what you here fo’?
ooh*wee, whip my gun out, what it hit fo’
dirty pants, and it’s all changed, lil’ brodie trust me
get it up, snakes in this hoe, we packin’ lunch meat, lil b*tch (boom, boom)

[chorus: gonda, mongo]
b*tch get up (brrt brrt)
talkin’ sh*t, super soaka’, you get wet up (you get bliss)
poker face, no expression, i won’t let up (i won’t let up)
you like a chess set, b*tch you can get set up (get you set up)
hit you with a left, right, left, chin check (hunt you down, hoe)
leave you eye the same color as some windex
i’m impatient, way it make me fed up (i’m losin’ patience)
you made a fool of yourself, b*tch get up

- godhandusa lyrics

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