Lyrics

Bitch I'ma god living up in the flesh If you Niggas test me, boy I'll leave you to rest Nothing you say will ever reach up my chest You bitches be talking, but never the less I show a damn hoe I ain't ever gonna stress You bitches be talking but you is a mess Taking it out, bitch I'm passing the test All ya niggas be talking but losing yo breath Losing ya breath, but I'm repping my set We be frozen till death, all you niggas a mess Life is a game, so I treat it like chess All you bitches be talking, but won't even bet Bitch I put all on my team, for my set Cuz I'm never gonna quit till I take it to death Bitch I go fly high like I was a jet All ya niggas be talking but won't even step Up to me A fuckin' damn king All you niggas be talking but can't even speak If you look at my eyes then you must wanna bleed Then I'm taking ya hoe and I make her ass cream Cream of the crop Bitch you know I'm on top And you lucky that I don't ever wanna go drop But, I do really drop Then that shit gonna pop All you niggas gonna stop All ya shits gon' flop
Writer(s): Vicente Fuentes Ruiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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