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true religion - spel! lyrics

[intro: 6godss]
ooh, ooh, ooh

[verse 1: 6godss]
rockin’ true religion
f*ckin’ all these b*tches
fly just like a pigeon
whippin’ in the kitchen
whippin’ in the kitchen like a chef ayy
ballin’ on the court like i’m steph ayy
walkin’ down my path takin’ steps wait
ridin’ in that tonka baby ridin’ in that gle
ridin’ in that tonka baby ridin’ in that tank
pull off in a sniper scope i’m shootin’ from long range
shootin’ like it’s call of duty makin that sh*t bank
feelin’ like a pirate baby feelin’ like i’m shanks
run forest run feelin’ like i’m tom hanks
feelin’ like i’m soulja boy i’m makin’ that sh*t crank
play that ho like fortnite cause i’m hittin’ all these blanks
climbin’ to the top b*tch i’m climbin’ all these ranks
ride off in the tonka truck i ride off in the wraith
ride off in the tonka truck i ride off in thе tank
(woah, woah, woah, woah)
[verse 2: spel! & 6godss]
b*tch i’m on my kobe everybody gеt to guardin’ me
poppin’ all these pills and i’m hittin’ all these pharmacies
all my shots are fallin’ b*tch i’m feelin’ like a shot machine
that b*tch she got on top of me then she started sloppin’ me
then she started toppin’ me i’m whippin out my mac*10
i might crack 10 pull of in a black benz
with my mac*10 b*tch you better back 10
back 10 how many ho’s you got i said like 10
how many ho’s you got i said like 10
(how many k!lls you got with that mac*10)
idk like 10
hit her from the back end you say that you rich
where are your racks then
my money’s longer look where my racks stand
i got a top hat b*tch i’m a mad man
i was chillin’ down in afghanistan it was a murder spree
i pulled out the gun then i downed three
(pulled out the gun then i downed three, all three on me, ptsd)
(i’ve got ptsd, all i hear is tactical nuke incoming!)

[verse 3: spel!]
and i’m rockin’ true religion
this sh*t easy like division
i be whippin’ in the kitchen
i’m bleary*eyed yea i got double vision
yea i was born with a circumcision
my homie chill with me yea we watch television
yea we don’t know what to watch it’s a split decision
pull the sniper out and i don’t miss cause i got precision
it’s dark out yea i don’t care cause i got night vision
i don’t need supervision
i don’t need supervision cause i’m not reckless
hold up let me check the checklist guess what i’m next b*tch
don’t run up on me i might pull the switch
make you buy it like it’s a sales pitch
yea your girl is live on twitch
and she ugly that ho look like a witch
and she want me cause she know that i’m that rich
oops sorry i ain’t mean to snitch
guess i stole yo b*tch
(yea your b*tch rock with me now, but she fat yea she look like a cow)
(yea this gun go pow pow, i might just pull the trigger and shoot right between the eyebrow)
[verse 4: spel!]
yea shoot between the eyebrow
your b*tch a gold digger and she ugly yea she a cash cow
she just on me for the clout
sorry i ain’t mean to make her pout
it’s gettin’ steamy in here might have to air it out

[outro]
(gun c*cks)
(bullet fires)

- spel lyrics

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