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goddamn - mlody blista lyrics

[intro: mlody blista, famous dex]
aye, haha (f*ck)
yeah b*tch
yo i don’t give a f*ck about this sh*t n*gga (hey)
yo wassup lil bro
i’m flexin’ on this n*gga everywhere i go n*gga
oh man godd*mn (f*ck)
oh man godd*mn (f*ck)
oh man godd*mn (and this song is real)
b*tch, sh*t
oh man godd*mn (i told you)
f*ck a b*tch from j*pan (i told you)
oh man godd*mn (b*tch)
this b*tch is famous on a gram (i told you)
but she still takes a meds (i told you)
so fame is pain (ou, huh)
fame is pain (aye yo i f*ck a b*tch)
oh man godd*mn (what? a dexter)

[chorus: mlody blista]

oh man
f*ck a b*tch from j*pan
oh man godd*mn
this b*tch is famous on a gram
but she still takes a meds
so fame is pain
oh man godd*mn
oh man godd*mn
[verse 1: mlody blista]

workin’ hard
i wanna be a man
my n*ggas workin’ hard
for street
my n*ggas workin’ hard for family
my n*ggas lost they minds
but they never lost mind for a b*tch
my 40 k!ll n*gga if he snitch
loyality over royalty
you know what i say

[verse 2: famous dex]

i’m off the pill in this b*tch
run up on me, keep my stick in this b*tch (what?)
you will be k!lled in this b*tch (fasho)
oh my god i got too many b*tch
she say she wanna eat this sh*t
ou, thots, eat a d*ck
ha ou, i’m sippin’ clique
run up on me, boy i get this stick
i’m off the pill in this b*tch
run up on me, keep my stick in this b*tch (what?)
you will be k!lled in this b*tch (fasho)
oh my god i got too many b*tch
she say she wanna eat this sh*t
ou, thots, eat a d*ck
ha ou
[verse 3: mlody blista]

you know the rules
so don’t get confused
n*gga broke the code for hoomie
monkey n*ggas
i ain’t f*ck with b*tches and p*ssys
they always loosing
and we winnin’ now
and we eat now
and we smoke some ops
and we smoke some dope
you somke reggie, you are hoe
i wan’t suicide
i wan’t suicide doors
wait some time
then i pull up with the royce
we have spooky month
so we’re gonna impale some bodies
and we pop some molly
to eat my pain
not to flex
cause i have problem
with my f*ckin’ mental health
d*mn (d*mn)
godd*mn (god, sh*t, sh*t)
[verse 4: famous dex]

i keep a clique
run up on me, boy you won’t get it
i’m off the pill in this b*tch
n*ggas talkin’ but never do sh*t
why are you lookin’ at this sh*t?
i just want to see this boy clap to that sh*t
i keep a glock for a mob
i have glock and stick
ou, you b*tch on my d*ck
all she wanna do is take a lil d*
they will know
baby girl you got to go
i know you are hoe
imma put d*ck in your throat
ou, huh, yeah, hit this from road
wait, bussdown with pay
i worked all days

[chorus: mlody blista]

oh man godd*mn
f*ck a b*tch from j*pan
oh man godd*mn
this b*tch is famous on a gram
but she still takes a meds
so fame is pain
oh man godd*mn
oh man godd*mn, aye aye aye (aye aye, real trapsh*t)

[verse 5: famous dex]

and i’m geekin’ on the stage
ou, i got the paid
yeah, bro go for the bag yeah
i’m never lackin’ with my glock in
all this n*ggas can watch this
i get your b*tch sincerely floppin’
my phone is ringin’
and i will not answer it
baby girl wanna bouncin’ this
i give her d*ck
i give her stick
baby girl wanna… (ou yeah god*)

[chorus: mlody blista}

oh man godd*mn
f*ck a b*tch from j*pan
oh man godd*mn
this b*tch is famous on a gram
but she still takes a meds
so fame is pain
oh man godd*mn
(aye, water, what?)

(real trapsh*t)

- mlody blista lyrics

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