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on live - goddess fiji lyrics

sometimes people think im mad but
ex b*tch still screaming im bad but
the blunts bother you? jokes on you, you fell in love with a bad boy
gave her blessings in the church, im just tryna break my badluck
if you don’t give it your throat then yeah b*tch it’s a bad top
im an actor, a canadian, i can be good cop & badcop
will should never touch a mic again he got me mad as f*ck
this sh*t got me zzzeing yeah im tired as f*ck
the buds smoking on my pack im high as f*ck

oh well f*ck this sh*t today
if the comments that talk sh*t under my post could beat my ass i wouldn’t rap again
oh sh*t, there he go again
goddess steal the show you’ll never glow again
santa claus ain’t close, but you gotta go to bеd
tryna survive all your thoughts, like you not already dеad
they said goddess gotta work, like im not already there
actin’ tall like you’re sh*t, are you tryna get me scared
f*ck ass b*tch, is you tryna get me there?

if i label want my ass give me 7m & then i dip
i’ll make albums all you want cuz anyway it is my sh*t
you want drama & gossips, i’ll turn it up just like a b*tch
i’ll make em fall & trip on it just like a b*tch
like thanks i needed salt, im filled with stones just like a kidney
overdose, b*tch im feeling like im witney
i came for the honey pooh you thinkin’ i am winney
like it’s fries, put it in the bag
i don’t need a bag if i can get ya bag
& i don’t need your mouth if i can get ya back
& if you played me once just know imma get ya back
i won’t smoke your ass but imma get ya packs
if you count alot well imma get ya cash
what’s the point of throat, b*tch i can get ya ass
you don’t need to run b*tch i won’t keep yo ass
the weirdos i hang man they don’t no mask
stabbed for a rock, yeah they just need more crack
how y’all talkin’ sh*t & try to press me up
when you still below i
i need your head, b*tch gimme brain like i need more mind
goddess cold, yeah goddess cold he turning below ice
bunch of phones with alarms up like i need me more time
it’s a cl!ckbait, all this sh*t fake like i need me more likes
put your phone on rec im beatin’ it on cam
ex b*tch spam my line like i need me more gram
im a reaper with some souls like i need me more life
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f*ck em, they don’t wanna be saved, they gon hold you back
i dropped 6 albums she looked at me like i didn’t know you rap
my b*tch all on hail mary but she don’t know tupac
told me guess her mood girl idk too bad
im making waves, & making waves but i got no durag
you tried to diss on me & i’ll show you you ass
b*tch want me to teach her class
but im bothered with exams, so idk you pass
im a good boi, a great man but imma do you bad
remember you bro, i’ve beaten you on live

what is it now? what what is it now
smacked him on his own live, you was crying like a b*tch how
the f*ck in the world
im making sh*t so sick now
the flow boutta throw up the way it’s sick now
pet girl, i make a b*tch bow
she moaning like a dumb b*tch, man the b*tch loud
everything online now, i still can get you ripped out
skinny goddess my b*tch tellin’ me im ripped now

- goddess fiji lyrics

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