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• Artiste: Germ
• Titre: 6 God Freestyle
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hah) I can't hear myself, turn me up (Lil' bitch) Turn me up, turn me up, ayy Hold up, wait, hold up, ayy Hold up, wait, bitch, I feel like Drake, ooh You my son but you can't come by where I stay, hey .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain't no game We break the bank, uh, too much for the safe, huh (Too much for the—) Hold up, wait, bitch, I feel like Drake, ooh You my son but you can't come by where I stay, hey .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain't no game We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Huh, too much for the—) I'm in Gucci when they great me, best believe me, I'm a demon And the reaper, hallelujah, nigga, had to do it to ya Ruger in the the bottom of the river now Necklace like the Nile now, Egyptian gold, gon' buss it down This lil' bitch right here, hold it down I left my fye at yo' baby momma house, fuck Niggas talking crazy, punch 'em in they fucking mouth, wassup Gang with me, yeah, they came with me, yeah Them .30s with me, yeah, wet 'em, Mississippi, yeah Them bitches love me, yeah (Yeah), them niggas hate me, yeah (Yeah) This .30 on me have a nigga tryna kill me, yeah These niggas biting swag (Huh), these bitches eating dick (Huh) I pulled up with my stick and shot his bitch ass in the lip Margielas look like Sketchers (Huh), police told me I'm reckless Backwoods full of Devil's lettuce, so I don't panic, popped a Xanax (Huh, ya dig?) (So I don't panic, popped a Xanax, huh) Hold up, wait, bitch, I feel like Drake, ooh You my son but you can't come by where I stay, hey .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain't no game We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Baad) Hold up, wait, bitch, I feel like Drake, ooh You my son but you can't come by where I stay, hey .30 in his face, bang, count a hunnid K, this ain't no game We break the bank (Huh), too much for the safe (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah)