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god - yung god lyrics

[intro: yung god]
and i f*cks wit’ yg, all we f*ckin’ do is grind*
and i f*cks wit’ yg, all we f*ckin’ do is*
and i*and i f*cks wit’ yg, all we f*ckin’ do is grind
f*ck wit’ the devil but i never let him get a hold of me
everyone*
lil fireworkz (lil fireworkz)
huh, i’m finna cook up on this instrumental, n*gga, uh
i ain’t playin’ with you n*ggas, uh

[verse 1: yung god]
i’m the closest f*ckin’ thing to a profit wit’ all the sh*t i’m droppin’
they mad ’cause they can’t stop this
goin’ down in history, they’ll put me next to ghandhi
close my eyes now i can see, b*tch, my vision is my mind
and i f*cks wit’ yg, all we f*ckin’ do is grind
f*ck wit’ the devil but i never let him get a hold of me
everyone i f*ck wit’ [?]
my mama is the only i trust that got ovaries
f*ck all you n*ggas and i mean that sh*t wit’ honesty
n*ggas mad i done camе up in the economy
ocean gang, b*tch, i’m postеd right where the piranhas be
smoke about a pound a week, reality is fantasy
yung god, n*gga, i’m just a preacher that use profanity
two nuts and one d*ck, that don’t make you a man to me*
two nuts and one d*ck, that don’t make you a man to me*
two nuts and one d*ck, that don’t make you a man to me
these n*ggas got the audacity to compare me to any n*gga in this galaxy
that’s blasphemy, that’s ignorant, you gullible
that’s why your girlfriend is f*ckable
i heard ’em say i fell off
n*gga, that’s so ironic, my money comin’ by the multiple
think like a criminal but don’t mistake me for stereotypical
i done broke the mold of what’s permissible
the wise man told me that what you see is unforgivable
and everything you hear is probably fictional, uh
[interlude: kev d & yung god]
kev d
god, god, god
god, god, god, hey

[verse 2: kev d]
yeah, it’s kev d and yung god again, we teamed up
f*ckin’ wit’ that stoner gang, you better have your prenup
people hatin’ on me, knock ’em down and tie they feet up
see a bad b*tch in the spot, that p*ssy gon’ get beat up*
see a bad b*tch in the spot, that p*ssy gon’ get beat up*
see a bad b*tch in the spot, that p*ssy gon’ get beat up
see these others, tryna do it, they’re mad lame
sleepin’ on a kid like me, you’ll wake up wit’ the backpain
yeah, i do my best and i am fresh up off that cloud ten
now i’m on another cloud, so i’ma need a pound then
they tried to drown me, they should the ocean is my home too
they only wanna do it for all the ho’s that i run through
never trust a b*tch, ’cause a b*tch will do you dirty
sippin’ on the lean, the color of my drank straight matches kirby
money in the back and the weed, i got it
how could i lie when i’m rollin’ wit the profit
people wanna hate but they know they need to stop it
the liquor, i pop it, the goons, i got it
capital 1, ho askin’ what’s in my wallet
told a b*tch to eat a d*ck, don’t worry about my pockets*
told a b*tch to eat a d*ck, don’t worry about my pockets
[outro: kev d]
yeah, kev d, yung god
young stoner gang, ocean gang, huh

- yung god lyrics

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