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lirik lagu the return of jesus christ!!! – globill

[chorus]
made it out the trap just to make real money
i ain’t never been broke i ain’t f*ck with a dummy
and i f*ck her real good make her feel it in her tummy
got her friend on speed dial f*cker feelin scummy
pullin out the glock i can see what y’all do
and i reppin’ out these 4s get a band through and through
cappin’ out yo t**th i can tell when its true
got a b*tch she look like jesus swear to god is deja vu

[verse 1]
swear a lil hoe lookin just like jesus christ
rob a f*cking bank this a gta heist
chop that foo up make sure that he sliced
i got a fat f*cking rip make sure my bongs iced
and i’m rizzin’ yo b*tch tellin’ her to call my line
i got caught with the za no way i gotta fine
she told me she was 12 no way that b*tches 9
she tried to have me over but i had to decline
like f*ck
n this beat going brazy
my mommy told me flow was better than jay*z
and that b*tch all bark f*ckin louder than bailey
but if she go psycho ima call her my baby (yea)
and i’m rapping like the pros
b*tch spent my money my account got froze
hooked on methamphetamines i swear i’m on the lows
paparazzi ass b*tch i hit ’em with a pose
[verse 2]
hit ’em with a pose ima hit ’em with the bl!ck
b*tch waste my time ima shoot ’em w the stick
d*mn she a torta she lookin h*lla thick
i got a lethal weapon they call it this d*ck
i got a lethal weapon and they call my schl*ng
punch my wife in the face make me strong
rappin’ on this beat i’m rappin’ on this song
asian b*tch look like she hong kong
yea and i’m f*ckin on a yacht
if a op look at me wrong he finna shot
if i hit ’em with a shot you know it finna get hot
and i’m hitting bikers on the road i do it off the lot
i hit ’em out the lot yea i hit ’em out the trap
i got that sh*t on me you know i got that strap

[verse 3]
and if a b*tch talk back ima hit ‘em w a slap
if i’m fighting in the ring then you know i’m gonna scr*p
if you know i’m gonna win why u bettin’ on the opponent
imma do sum stupid sh*t and ima do it in the moment
and this fetty got me shlumpin’ yea it’s feelin h*lla potent
and these racks keep multiplying like it’s an exponent
and i feelin these pills why the f*ck i see a zombie
i’m walking round on shapes d*mn i think i’m in the lobby
and i’m geekin’ off that sh*t make me think there’s a tsunami
but i know i ain’t trippin’ swear to god he look like barbie
yea all i learn i learn from neph
and i’m cooking up this fire like i think that ima chef
yea that b*tch h*lla loud i swear to god my parents deaf
imma c*cky motherf*cker yea i’m him and i’m myself
but i’m the plug ima thug and ima hook yo b*tch on dope
she gonna need that sh*t to live you know that sh*ts a slippery slope
i gotta hit my shots i’m seeing him from my sniper scope
once you hear the shot it’s about time you give up hope
[chorus]
made it out the trap just to make real money
i ain’t never been broke i ain’t f*ck with a dummy
and i f*ck her real good make her feel it in her tummy
got her friend on speed dial f*cker feelin scummy
pullin out the glock i can see what y’all do
and i reppin’ out these 4s get a band through and through
cappin’ out yo t**th i can tell when its true
got a b*tch she look like jesus swear to god is deja vu

- globill

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