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lirik lagu sayin’ sh*t. – chase kordell

(chase kordell):
what the f*ck i just said bro, i swear n*ggas don’t listen son pay attention, pay attention*

intro:
god is good, god is great, n*gga i’m on
got a lot to say i’ll find a way to ya timezone
before i’m called home
i hit the dial tone, say that i’m locked in, faded i’m gone
fetti on me like a f*cking calzone, fetti on me like a f*cking calzone/

i can do with or without it but time is too precious, i caught me a blessing like ooh
now i possessing, i learned from my lessons
might perm out my inches to flex on these b*tches
my word is my testament, i’m in my element
you hear the bass in the trunk like a elephant
they want the secret but i cannot tell em it
say i’m the truth and i’ll bring you the evidence, uhh
believe me b*tch, uhh, the industry need me b*tch
me and my big homie talking about all the f*ckery like “do you see this sh*t?” do you see this sh*t?
i see the sh*t, really bruh i can’t believe this sh*t, kidnap a
favorite rapper then i feed him sh*t
drown these n*ggas in some fecal matter, all these rappers is some feeble rappers, weak b*tch sh*t don’t even matter
peep game when the kingdom come, slap the sh*t outta n*gga don’t needa gun
i been sh*tting on n*ggas since i seen the sun, walking down on em i don’t need run
b*tch you overcooked but i’m raw as f*ck, yo two foot flow ain’t tall enough
yo sixteen’s ain’t strong enough to come and ball with us, we leave you in the dust
lebron arms, b*tch i strong arm the whole industry, she wanna t me up
f*ck a tech b*tch, saying what i want when i want yea i’m so reckless
f*ggot rappers sign a lil deal then suck the label d*ck for a necklace, godd*mn
something bout these b*tch n*ggas got me feeling me different, yea
it’s levels to this sh*t i’m big dawg no ceilings yea
swag surf onna n*gga, b*tch i admit it yea
i ain’t got no swag ima f*cking man on a mission yea
execution my middle name, n*ggas sold they soul for a lil fame
b*tch i gave my soul to the most high so i could never fold and i don’t lie
if i said it then you know it’s gon fly like, fighter pilots f*ck designer stylists, punch a hypebeast in his throat, eye and his chest n*gga/
bridge:
i can’t pretend that these n*ggas don’t know who the f*ck that i am
i ain’t a friend of these n*ggas ain’t nothing i’m doing like them
we onna whole new thang right now and n*ggas can’t stand it
n*gga going hammer
n*gga doing damage/

f*ck designer stylists
punch a hypebeast in his throat, eye and his chest n*gga
i’m the best n*gga nothing less, keep blunt a with me bible on my dresser
wake up every morning looking for a stretcher, needa body bag p*ssy n*ggas feed up
p*ssy boy, tired of being p*ssy, sh*t, might as well up and off ya self
n*ggas mad and he call his self tryna test me but still all is well, you won’t best me
jesus came down to my front door personally just so he could bless me
tell the truth i don’t give a f*ck if you heard of me
you deaf to the truth but hear you hear it in me
blind n*ggas gon see my shine, my uncle took a headshot, that was back in 96 left my n*gga blind
still he see it in me
rest in peace to all my enemies
whatever you thought you was doing n*gga won’t amount to sh*t, f*ck all y’all n*ggas drown in sh*t lil b*tch/

outro:
god is good, god is great, n*gga i’m on (echo) gotta lot to say i’ll find a way to ya timezone, before i’m called home/

- chase kordell

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