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hiren - godric lyrics

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[intro]
i’m so sick of ‘dis sh-t
n-gg-s in my clothes when ‘dey know ‘dey don’t fit
b-tch i’m in a pose
got sum cameras on it
i don’t ever roll on some sh-t i put in

[interlude: whitney houston bet awards tribute 2001]

[verse 1]
b-tch you, b-tch you lyin
i done talked to me accountant
f-ck uh’ amber rose
t-tties floating if i buy’m
put you in the cold
hold that pole like a trident
that’s yo’ credit card
i ain’t lyin

[refrain]
i know the cheat codes
i could flip me a cold stone
i know what you think you did
b-tch you gave me the answer
so i ran up in yo’ sh-t
now i’m pulling my pants up
keep my eyes on who you wit’
now they rolling my j’s up

[verse 2]
what a wild coincidence
that you dissin’ my sh-t
i got this shirt on from yo’ b-tch
disrespectful visit
i ain’t no compet-tion kit
i do wonderful bits
i’m definitely f-ckin’ on somebody
you can’t get wit’

[chorus]
so roll yo’ -ss in a circle
you know you a mop
ain’t n-body pickin you up
you know that you flop
ain’t n-body in yo’ face
yo’ instagram ain’t hot

[post chorus]
you don’t get them likes
you don’t hit them angles right

[verse 3]
so hold it up and ima back it down
face up so i’m -ss’n out
edge up won’t catch me out
gangsta but don’t quote me now
p-ss the line but don’t touch me down
too fly when i touch down
pay stub say dress up
no heads up when i toss you out

on the furniture
grab that towel
gotta clean it up
bend back over
i’m dangerous
tic tac toe
gotta link it up
jane got dough
bouta’ hang it up
ain’t got dough
betta bank it up
think i’m wrong
don’t test ya’ luck
ping dont pong
let’s ball it up

[chorus] 2x
so roll yo -ss in that circle
you know you a mop
ain’t n-body pickin you up
you know dat you flop
ain’t n-body in yo’ face
yo instagram ain’t hot

[post chorus]
you don’t get them likes
you don’t hit them angles right

[verse 4]
so blow my spot up
get some sh-t
you got the lighter
tell ya’ mama ima fighter
and i can, f-ck you kinda
just imagine if she was to find us
might break some china
it’s too hard for me to hear you lyin’
but i ain’t cryin

use the bullsh-t
to get my meal ticket
and listen cool whip
there ain’t no dishin’ it
catch me on flu sh-t
i ain’t auditioning
you read the fine print
i ain’t no teaching b-tch

- godric lyrics

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