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8 inches (gotdaamn records diss) - saint balenci lyrics

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[hook]

god d*mn you’re a b*tch
god d*mn you’re sh*t, god d*mn it’s lit
god d*mn you’re weak pullin up with a bat
two shots i’ll leave you in a ditch

i’d rather be dead and gone than
keep my mouth shut cos of dogs
that means i’m dealing with a bunch of b*tches
snitches talking to cops

anything green get shot
anything green get stabbed
anything green get spat on
anything green get clapped

god d*mn your record’s bad
scrunch it up and drop in the trash
same way i do with your girlfriend’s panties
hop out the window and dash

[verse]

been workin on myself
keep my head in the game stay focused
then fb hits me up like
gdr left the studio broken

are these d*ckheads dumb?
call up the bros hop in the whip lets dump em
shoot him in the throat with my gun
then give his girl similar treatments when i’m coming

no respect for b*tches
give you stitches my ambitions
i’m out here chasin riches
countin digits with a vision

he’s a b*tch see, big c, l!ck d, f*ck you
your boys and those that you bang with
i won’t let you be a loner
rope for your boy he’s got someone to hang with

rudest in the game you watch your mouth
i’m not the one to test waters
talk down on my name i’m a saint
but i’m human i sin i k!ll i slaughter

any b*tch, any beat, any snitch
all your t**th
all your tracks
all your streets
take all your stacks
now step to me

you got problems? slugglife give you 9
i end the deal with no issue
act tough in a big b*tch group
in private cry to girls he needs tissues

no weather forcast for any showers
but these bullets are out here pouring
put your face down to the ground
stomp on your sh*t you’re part of the flooring

speaking facts on all these tracks
someone dissing c how can i?
tell elena wattz i’ll swing past later
have her screaming out senpai

feed 8 inches to your girl
while my diss does the same thing to your label
bring some life into your tracks
like i’m fixing it with jumper cables

[hook]

god d*mn you’re a b*tch
god d*mn you’re sh*t, god d*mn it’s lit
god d*mn you’re weak pullin up with a bat
two shots i’ll leave you in a ditch

i’d rather be dead and gone than
keep my mouth shut cos of dogs
that means i’m dealing with a bunch of b*tches
snitches talking to cops

anything green get shot
anything green get stabbed
anything green get spat on
anything green get clapped

god d*mn your record’s bad
scrunch it up and drop in the trash
same way i do with your girlfriend’s panties
hop out the window and dash

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