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​shit i’m on - yung god ro lyrics

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[intro]
(you b*tches can’t even spell—)
said that’s the sh*t i’m on, said that’s the sh*t—
said that’s the sh*t i’m on, said that’s the—
said that’s the—

[verse 1]
motherf*ckers challenge me, like this sh*t is hard (and it’s really not)
verzuz and i already win after three bars (said i win)
paranoia, they wanna check me, like it’s var (nah)
do what i need to do, and after that, i depart (said i’m gone)
interrupt my story, but i’ll wait for another part (yah)
got a punch to the face, realised i’d restart (let’s go again)
got to watch my step, ’cause everywhere is f*ckin’ shards (it’s glass)
i ain’t playin’ pool, but my sense is likе a shark (go)
wanna have a go but won’t pick my sh*t apart (no you won’t)
it’s funny how i spit this well, if you read it from thе start (read it from the start)

[bridge 1]
said it’s funny (yeah)
if you read it from the start (yeah)
said it’s funny, how i spit this well (if you read it—)

[verse 2]
i just walked down the road, and i got recognised (who are you?)
i just walked down the road, i might need a disguise (who am i?)
just saw my ex b*tch, how is she with that guy? (what?)
less net worth than a pack of gum hober buys (and hober’s broke)
pick up my bro, go to the function, he’s a funny guy (yeah)
speak down on that bro, best believe you gon’ f*ckin’ die (brrt)
i’m not afraid to shoot, like memphis depay
idi amin, i’m munchin’ on this verse (ha)
cg is like a microscope watchin’ who will blow up first (boom)
thumbin’ through these hundreds, that sound is not the worst
sneak dissin’, but at least you not in a he*rs*
[bridge 2]
yeah, at least you’re not in a he*rs*
at least you’re not f*ckin’ dead bro

[verse 3]
if there was a play on my life
you’d be done by the first act
i just met up with your girl
and her sh*t is fat, no cap
and i just went to the store and bought some milk
my rhymes is smooth like silk, i looked up and lil’ bro was shook
taught him a lesson, told him, “read a book”
he was so lost, like a no*headed chook
threw his stupid body down the f*ckin’ brook
i don’t mean it at all, there was no threat meant
’cause i’d sell his ass on marketplace for like 20 cents

[outro]
(you b*tches can’t even spell—)
make a quick band off that
for like 20 cents
that’s a quick band
’cause that’s that type of sh*t i’m on
they ask me, they said, “what type of sh*t you on?”
i say, “this the type of sh*t i’m on”
this the type of sh*t i’m on, said it’s
type of, uv2

- yung god ro lyrics

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