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god status - youngblista lyrics

[intro]
me and prada on top of this sh*t
if you try knock us off then you’ll always get b*tched
it’s a long climb up to the spot that we sit
it’s a no*fly zone, gotta hike like it’s hitch
b*tch, you can’t imagine it, you better wish
’cause if you try to climb, then you’re gonna get hit
say goodbye to your life when i’m hunting your clique
yo ass a p*ssy, i call you a cl*t

[verse 1}
you can’t sneak upon me, yo ass isn’t sl!ck
you’re high if you try me, come hit on this nic
you try that sh*t and get hit with this bl!ck
i will hunt yo ass down like a muf*ckin’ hick
you don’t know what you’re getting into, it get lit
won’t be laughin’ when you see the pain i inflict
p*ssies talk down, say that i don’t spit quick
well b*tch i’m a rebel so i contradict (ay)
b*tch i don’t be starting on no motherf*ckin’ rap beef
all these p*ssies really f*ckin’ mad cause they can’t pass me
pop a shot like d.o.l.l.a, got you flopping on your fat meat
i’m winning like a game, check my motherf*ckin’ stat sheet
you don’t no p*ssy that’s just something that you can’t eat
you are not important, you’ve been sitting in the back seat
getting to the point, no i don’t linger, it’s just that sweet
yeah, i’ma put you on the ground and show you what the f*ck these rats eat
i got some head in the ghetto, i put the pedal to metal, and when she settle my bed i’ma put it back in her vessel
it get so wet when i wrestle, she gave me brain so it’s mental, and i don’t do sentimental, you rat you’re ass in a cellar
and i don’t care if you feel it, just know that i’m really with it, and you will never stop me climbing to the top (to the top)
’cause it’s the beats that i’m k!lling, i swear to god i’ma villan, and i be doing all this sh*t with f*ckin’ prada (with prada)
(b*tch)
[bridge]
it’s prada g and n0body go harder
slam dunk on the beat just like i was vince carter
swerve on the beat like i’m driving a charger
i’ll keep you in line just like i was a barber
this sh*t go hard like a beatdown from your father
and they bangin’ on, cause them beats is what i slaughter
dads hate me, cause i’m probably f*cking their daughter
mister “steal your b*tch”, got your hoe screaming out prada

[verse 2]
i got the sauce and i ain’t talkin ’bout tartar
my bars are so fly just like we in a charter
and i get a bankroll, add it up
get to the cheese, queso, man stack it up
if you wanna hit, say so, then i’ll pass the blunt
skirt off in the range ro’. you ain’t catching up
you switch, that’s a low blow for you acting up
let’s get money, the pesos when i’m racking up (b*tch)
when i hop on instrumentals you know i murder, i k!ll it
prada g’s the greatest rapper, he is like one in a million
all the b*tches go crazy, psycho, want prada in the building
i’m on the verge of blowing up, and boy you know that i can feel it
running up the money, yeah i’m running up the guap
just started rapping and you know i’m never gonna stop
i’m tweaking with the flow just like i’m gripping me a mop
me and blista dropping bangers, going straight up to the top
don’t worry, all the real ones are for sure getting a spot
they like prada how’s it feel to have the status of a god
i’m running up my status and you p*ssy b*tches not
the opposition mad cause they is not part of the plot
all type of record labels told me “that is a good thought”
y’all said i couldn’t do it, trust me i never forgot
(b*tch)

- youngblista lyrics

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