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asta la vista - tha god fahim lyrics

[verse 1: tha god fahim]
i hit the watermark, i’m a marksman
your hoe wetted in a waterpark in austin
the lost men, carbon on the dash fill your coffin
if any cower, ride out like the hors*m*n
protected like a fortress, catapult to success
n*gga, tryin’ me is like catapultin’ to death
all foul play, then i’m barbecuin’ the ref
tryna regulate, but you narratin’ to death
hibernation request, all tops, no vest
you irate in the hex, fail tests, fail quests, critics writin’ you less
stayin’ on that ratchet sh*t, need money, yo, i’m sn*tchin’ sh*t
ratchet spit, flippin’ motherf*ckers like car accidents
and now i’m back at it
the way i’m droppin’ back to back like a crack addict
never panic, i’m calm as a don supposed to be, doe
all my n*ggas with me ’bout the cheese like chester cheeto
fifty shot auto, [in] case a n*gga try to deebo
i’m the wrong one, put a luger in your ego
my life is like casino, rose water and models
i’m that n*gga, put it in a novel
i been k!lled all of my rivals
and if not, trust there’s little to no survival

[verse 2: juju gotti]
[?] you can get it if you really want it
that bullsh*t you talkin’, boy, i’m really on it
bust a n*gga head for a soda pop
robocop tryna get me knocked for a photo op
more blessed than a hi*chew
shook n*ggas tellin’ stories when you see ’em like a haiku
crocodile out the bayou
catch you lookin’ at my food, i’ma try you
slappin’ n*ggas like i’m ryu
with no manners, now they’re tryna catch me on the scanner
young bruce banner, wouldn’t like it when i’m angry
need my money up front, heard you was janky
cuttin’ n*ggas off like i’m playin’ spades
razorblade fade with the yay’s why i’m gettin’ paid
wiseguys permit to attest, now a n*gga made
bought the ak with a ray, be a*f*ckin’*fraid
alligator boots with the gucci suit
ruger [?] got your feet glued like a hula hoop
banzai drop, i’m a young yokozuna
bust a n*gga head from bahama to aruba
i will not partic*p*te in motherf*ckin’ rumors
desert eagle dome you from the moon*a to the june*a
baby, i’m the realest on the planet
baby, i’m so high i think i’m smokey and the bandit
the chopper make a n*gga scream like michael and janet
ridin’ with the triple*beam, boy, you better can it
lay hands on you like a preacher
n*gga, you cannot afford a feature
the hammer bang*bang, that’s an onomatopoeia
if you ain’t talkin’ cash, baby, i don’t wanna see ya
see ya
sheba
[?]

- tha god fahim lyrics

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