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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GODHANDUSA
GODHANDUSA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lindsey
Christopher Lindsey
Composer
Joshua Hamilton
Joshua Hamilton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RYAN C
RYAN C
Producer

Lyrics

(Doomshop, motherfucker) GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND (The hand of God) I-I'ma keep bringin' in the funk, y'all gon' keep takin' the funk GODHAND, we bring out the trunk, I keep you safe in the trunk Do-don't get me boppin the trunk, who we thinkin is a skunk? Three weeks they fixin the fuck, but we ain't giving it up I-I can't be givin' no fucks, fuck all these sticks in the mud Suck on my dick 'til I bust, cu-cum on the world then I cut Darkness floatin' in the cut, ki-kill streak I'm runnin' it up Fuck it, I chuck it, in buck bustin', I'm runnin' with guns I feel like a big bitch, put them hands up, motherfucker Hand of God the greatest, you can't stand up, motherfucker Droppin wit the choppa, get your bands up, motherfucker Boy who you smoking, then get your last blunt, motherfucker Don't think you can catch up, you get passed up Someone should've told that boy he never should've gassed up Lil' bi-lil' bitch we potent, you copin' You know this clip will be loaded So as these dumb motherfuckers who we the hand of, motherfucker (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND (GODHAND, motherfucker) GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND (Doomshop, motherfucker) Motherfuckers turnin' 30 talkin' shit about a young nigga No one gives a fuck, put a hole right through yo' lungs, nigga Baow-baow-baow, how you older than me but I son niggas? That's why nobody fuckin' with you, wanna run with ya Drop it low, pop it for the clout I know that's that shit that you about GODHAND feed the needy, put that shit right in your mouth No one listenin', you better raise your voice, say it loud You ain't talkin' shit when I'm around, when I come to town GODHAND givin back and, actin' like a ho bitch, trigger slappin', yuh GODHAND really be rackin' Look at all the money on the floor we stackin', yuh All the best rappers in the world got so many haters No one give a fuck about the shit you do When it come down to it, nobody say shit Gotta stay true to my niggas I cannot switch up on 'em like a piece of shit Gotta stay true to my day one niggas You switch up quick, you a busta bitch Old boy lookin' real tired, you should sit down Take a breath, now, uh Lil' boy actin' like a bum Momma didn't give you enough love so you get drunk GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND (GODHAND, motherfucker) GODHAND, GODHAND GODHAND, GODHAND (GODHAND, motherfucker) Motherfuckers turnin' 30 talkin' shit about a young nigga No one gives a fuck, put a hole right through yo' lungs, nigga Baow-baow-baow, how you older than me but I son niggas? That's why nobody fuckin' with you, wanna run with ya
Writer(s): Christopher Lindsey, Joshua Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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