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uh huh uh huh - godhandusa lyrics

[intro: mongo]
is it like the hand of god hovering above?
godhand, godhand
godhand, godhand
godhand, godhand
godhand, godhand
(what? what? what?)

[verse: mongo]
godhand runnin’ to the top, i feel it in my bones
stupid sucka tryna ride the wave, get the f*ck up off my phone
rappers of my century ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of hoes
godhand in this b*tch, we takin’ everything and kickin’ doors
(uh huh, uh huh)
give no f*ck ’bout yo whips, give no f*ck ’bout yo clothes
(uh huh, uh huh)
b*tch, i just wanna stack my bread and smoke my dope
(uh huh, uh huh)
i do this for my people that been dead and gone
(uh huh, uh huh)
you play with mine then i make sure y’all never grow
(uh huh, uh huh)
you know who the f*ck this is (godhand, godhand)
we them m*th*f*ckas peelin’ back them lids (godhand, godhand)
we them m*th*f*ckas make ’em not exist (godhand, godhand)
in the kitchen with my choppa, choppin’ sh*t
p*p*pop you and yo brother in the face for talkin’ sh*t
stuff you in the cupboard or i’ll drop you in a ditch
g*g*godhand be the clique that’s finna stomp you in the pit
w*w*we the new wave, crop you out the pic
(uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
[verse: gonda]
all these rappers wanna hop up on my m*th*f*ckin’ d*ck
i feel like a f*ckin’ tree, how i always got a stick
you ain’t cook that sh*t for long enough, it’s gon’ make me sick
stuffin’ rappers in a bong, flip the bic and take a rip
glock hit him in his hands and his feet, mani*pedi, ho

you ain’t never gonna get up, you should let it go
i feel like a piece of fried chicken, gettin’ breaded, ho
this beat like a piece of fried chicken, how i eat it up
yeah, i need sum mo, like i said, this sh*t not enough
do these rappers like a cigarette, i turn ’em into dust
do these rappers like a pimple, pop him, now he makin’ pus
yo b*tch lookin’ at me like she tryna come and make me bust
godhand for real the only m*th*f*ckas i can trust
made a dollar every hour, now it’s every time i cuss
godhand runnin’ to the top you cannot f*ck with us

[outro: mongo]
(godhand, godhand) (uh huh, uh huh)
you know who the f*ck this is (godhand, godhand)
we them m*th*f*ckas peelin’ back them lids (godhand, godhand)
we them m*th*f*ckas make ’em not exist (godhand, godhand)
in the kitchen with my choppa, choppin’ sh*t
(uh huh, uh huh)

- godhandusa lyrics

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