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gawd - wyn stark lyrics

verse 1:
i found myself through isolation
that’s why can’t n0body hold me
mama warned me ‘bout them hoes
that’s why can’t no b-tch control me
it was fishy at that drive thru
when them n-ggas tried to roll me
i guess god got a plan for me
so this world gon’ have to know me
16 wheels and two floors up
down 95 on my way home
plotting on a l!ck
i swear a n-gga never out that mode
think i got night vision
cause all a n-gga see is green
leave that b-tch off in the bed
if my phone ringing ‘bout the cheese
had to kick a couple doors
that’s ‘cause i ain’t own the keys
n-ggas ask me for advice
and they be older than me
i don’t need no recognition
real n-ggas keep sh-t discreet
just get your chips
and don’t speak on the things you did so you could eat
but lately i been feeling groovy
got my weight up like i’m kronk
only time i up that llama
is when i pull that lever punk
i don’t break up happy homes
but if she press me can you blame me
if she want this lightning rod
well then that p-ssy must be raining
when i knock her box out
still won’t get no jitt from me
i ain’t driving in that paint
unless i wear my shooting sleeve
she was a hoe before you wifed her
and you knew so n-gga stop it
playing captain save-a hoe
when she got p-ssed around like bop-it
said you’ll die ‘bout that money
but that was yesterday’s topic
today when i up the toaster
watch that bread pop out your pockets
wwe we with everything
so don’t get whacked
john cena
you don’t see me in the cut with the mac
(ugh)

hook:
i ain’t never been a b-tch and that’s on god (aye)
money, pile, pile, pile
i ain’t never ever change up on the squad (aye)
we ain’t never been no hoes and that’s on god!

verse 2:
if you say you f-ck with us
when we pull up why you run
skin turned so pale
like you don’t get no sun
never turn on family for no paper
rule number 1
and staying loyal to your n-ggas
up until your days are done
monkey nuts on the gun
two cylinders
no push i squeeze to start
these banana clips will flip your sh-t
like this mario cart
if you’re driving stick
then boy you better not put that b-tch in park
that grim reaper at your window
slay you with a middle part
probably the biggest hypocrite
preaching peace and screaming war
but i’ll splice the beats
and fry the beef
and stay smoother than velour
hoe if you fold then you’re weak
you need to go and work on that core
action causes reaction b-tch
i know you heard that before
i ain’t no gangster
i don’t like the t-tle
dress to impress
as for the rest i have regrets
so my appearance is vital
at every function suited up
i wash my sins in that bible
so lord forgive if i lie with my hand over the bible

hook:
i ain’t never been a b-tch and that’s on god (aye)
money, pile, pile, pile
i ain’t never ever change up on the squad (aye)
we ain’t never been no hoes and that’s on god!

- wyn stark lyrics

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