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shit the bed - godhandusa lyrics

[intro]
is it by the hand of god?
(doomshop, motherf*cker)

[verse 1: gonda]
yeah, pull the choppa out, make that motherf*cker sh*t the bed
turn his hair red, now that n*gga look like freddie dredd
makin’ money now, you can’t take it with you when you dead
po*pop out like a bad dream, i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed

[chorus: gonda]
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
laptop gettin’ hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i*i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed

[verse 2: gonda]
prayin’ up to god everyday, he never answer
poppin’ at his shoes, now he turnin’ to a dancer
godhand, we k!llin’ sh*t, you know, [?] in atlanta
pourin’ up the blood of my opps, in the fanta
wearin’ all red in the whip, i feel like santa
give him black eyes, now he look just like a panda
you actin’ like a b*tch, i should call yo’ ass amanda
give it all to god, that’s that sh*t that we the hand of
pop*pop out like a pistol, when i rap, i turn ’em to a ghost
[?] can never lack, you know godhand always do the most
in the black cadillac, with the 50 inch rims on it
stackin’ up the racks, you know all these stupid b*tches want it
go and get a job, b*tch, wearin’ that balenciaga but we know you not rich
rappin’ every day for nothin’, you should just stop it
yo’ sh*t like a fish out of water how it’s floppin’
we don’t f*ck with cops but we still bring home the bacon
hittin’ with that cap rap, we know you n*ggas fakin’
i*i got so much money on the floor, i gotta rake it
tell that b*tch to drop it low, [?], shake it
godhand make the b*tches wanna get naked
if i see somethin’ that i like, i gotta take it
yo’ sh*t make me wanna go to sleep, we gettin’ lit instead
scary motherf*cker, i’ma make her p*ssy sh*t the bed
[chorus: gonda]
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
laptop gettin’ hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed

[verse 2: mongo]
i might cut his motherf*ckin’ head off, [?] down his neck
pull up with twin glocks and an ak [?]
that lil’ boy a broke, screamin’ “[?] his bread”
can’t give a f*ck ’bout that, [?] instead
godhand in this b*tch, put yo’ hands up, cut a check
only time i’m never f*ckin’ runnin’ if it’s from the feds
i’m tryna get geeked up like a freak, you know i love the meds
[?], i pull my strap out if we bumpin’ heads
ride up to the function, ho, yeah, i’m slammin’ cadillac doors
godhand, we back to back [?], my brother crackin’ in [?]
[?] them shows, you know we crackin’ in flows
my opps gon’ get to buyin’ tickets then we slappin’ they hoes
lil’ b*tch, i pop out of your closet then i eat your soul
bi*b*tch, i got it, you ain’t have sh*t, but to each his own
be*be*be*be*beat a motherf*cker bad and beat him mo’
tear the f*ckin’ organs out that motherf*cker, eat his bones
take him out his flesh vest, [?] drippin’ red
b*tch, i got a gut, [?], i be sippin’ red
black magic, godhand, the night of the livin’ dead
boy, i see some sh*t that make a motherf*cker sh*t the bed
[chorus: gonda]
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
laptop gettin’ hot, that sh*t just might sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
i’ma make ’em sh*t*

[outro: gonda]
sh*t* sh*t* shi*sh*t*
i’ma make ’em sh*t the bed
is it by the hand of god?

- godhandusa lyrics

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