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lirik lagu what if i’m god? – flucee

[intro]
yeah
b*tch
boom boom boom
haha
what if i’m god?
p*ssy
check it

[verse 1]
we had some eyes on a p*ssy’s house, six in the morning (for real)
hit that l!ck in broad daylight, we ain’t give ‘em a warning (no warning)
thinking it’s cap? you are dumb, your brains get reassorted
and once we clear it we’ll get the liquor to pouring (we pouring)
you might’ve known me four years ago
but at the time i was smoking on lows (for real)
now i smoke only the loudest of dope
and i’m popping the pillies, you know i’ma float (floating)
sh*t got me feeling unholy, no pope
my heart is on ice and that b*tch is too cold (icey)
you ain’t aware of the shootеrs i know
could be raining down bullets that’s flying like dronеs (zoom)
if i got a suspicion, i’m clutching the pole
been shutting out everybody that i know (yeah)
no turning back, not the same anymo’
i’ll be digging some graves for any lil foe (boom boom)
it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring
the b*tches stay whoring but they never are boring
the tricks that are scoring got these p*ssies deploring
and most of these virgins, they still be exploring (b*tch)
i feel like a lion, now i’m king like i’m roaring
they giving me oral, the top’s wear i’m soaring (gone)
i know lotta p*ssies are scared they’ll adore me
they sensitive, that’s why i call ‘em cl*toral (v*g*n*)
never stop til i win, failure can’t be afforded
i’m built like a boss who will be giving orders (mafia)
when i spit a rap, know it’s bars that are morbid
between me and all, there’s no longer a boarder (nope)
i’m so terrified that they all gon’ ignore me
rap like i’m on mars and you can’t say it’s horrible (amazing)
i used to portray me as a loser and boring
now i’m out this world going far, never normal (never)
i know you may think that i’m soft and i’m p*ssy
but like 50 said, i’m a k!ller, don’t push me (50)
i’ve rarely been tested, don’t mean they can cook me
know i’ve been a g since day one, you mistook me (d*mn)
i stay peeling off from wherever they put me
the b*tches where i’m from are hotter than snooki (for real)
sh*t, none of you f*ck boys would eat like a cookie
you talk ‘lotta game but you struggle with hooking
up with them like bookings, you ain’t that good looking (dork)
built soft like some pudding, so a cost they be putting
you pay ‘cause you stupid, i focus on goals like obtaining
cash rolls without losing my soul, only me on my own (always)
‘cause i don’t need a hoe or a toxic ass b*tch to be up in
my life talking sh*t anymore while spinning and twisting
little bunches and bits to their folks, only thing that (b*tch)
i need is my bowl with a bit of good weed that i’m able to smoke
i’m hip to surviving that feeling of feeling like you struggle alone so (long time)
that is what gives me the hunger to work so i’ll never be broke
protect all my family and ones that i love, i’ll ensure that
the past’ll end up as revoked ‘cause i think and get choked (tough)
looking back at my friends, pulling up to the school
hiding cuts on their arms yet be smoking the dope (that’s wrong)
‘cause it’s the only way of escaping the torture of living
a life at edge of the ropes cus only a few of us able to cope (for real)
rare to be straight survivors, got some that are broken and
lost who don’t know where to go but a bottle or drugs and
a path that’ll suck all the f*cking life out ‘em
‘til they facing the death that this life has just gotta bestow (d*mn)
now i’ll f*ck your momma, none given the karma
like officer chauvin’s close call with a coffin
stay poppin these bottles with no signs of stopping
knife to throat with a laugh like it’s sparta
then chop it all up, dump the body in water
i’ll k!ll ‘em all dead ‘cause i hate ‘em, they’re problems
they life like ten dollars like cheeseburger combos
so f*ck out my face ‘fore i f*cking assault ya
you little motherf*cking b*tch, ha

- flucee

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