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Blkkkgod - Salvatore Mundi (feat. King Los) Lyrics



Blkkkgod - Salvatore Mundi (feat. King Los) Lyrics




Father find me a beat
What's a king to a god
We turn your god to a flea
My last name ain't Smith
Don't need a lock just a key
We like Mr and Mrs Smith
I'm shittin' glocks with my queen
Pop pop pop pop
You gon' bleed
We skippin' over these niggas
Hopscotch to the lead
We only smokin' that flame
Waka flaka indeed
A big bad wolf
But all these sheep still flockin' to me
I did a lot for the team
I scraped a pot for the fiends
My nigga had track dreams
Til he got shot in his knee
My brother got gunned down
We hit them blocks every street
And now them niggas gone too
We won't acknowledge a thing
No sir
Follow your dreams
Little nigga follow your dreams
I got a verse from King Los
So let me style on this thing
My girl don't gotta do a thing
Except smile for me
No I'm lyin' she gotta swallow some D
My diamonds they look like water
Take a ride on the sea
I got some idols to meet
All of my rivals deceased
Or is it idols to beat
What would you like it to be
Preached

Yeah
None of these niggas is hostile as me
And at the same time
As brilliant as a diamond can be
Yeah I'm omnipotent when I'm vibin' in speech
I free autonomously
My double entendre's anonymous
And my timing is phenomenally
Placed between infinites
Supreme king sentiments
You a preteen sittin' in on dream team scrimmages
Your pupils dilated from TV images
I got 800 BC penmanship
I should charge a membership to remember this
Relentlessness my nemesis
Know I let there be light like Genesis
You come off like a feminist
I'm venomous
You thinkin' I'm finna miss
Well reminisce
Tell all analysts I'm limitless
Too big to be endless
Stuck somewhere in between where the beginning is
And already knowin' how I'm gon end this shit
Sit back watch the chemists whip
Your guns ain't big enough these extended clips
DMT's to finish trips
My flow venerous
Larry Bird when he bend his wrist
Shootin' over my nemesis
In the midst of my eminence
F*ck it ain't no friends in this
Shit ain't personal it's all business
That's what it is
Yeah

Don't
Let me
You get my heart
You get my heart
Cause I'm yours
Listen baby
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Father find me a beat
What's a king to a god
We turn your god to a flea
My last name ain't Smith
Don't need a lock just a key
We like Mr and Mrs Smith
I'm shittin' glocks with my queen
Pop pop pop pop
You gon' bleed
We skippin' over these niggas
Hopscotch to the lead
We only smokin' that flame
Waka flaka indeed
A big bad wolf
But all these sheep still flockin' to me
I did a lot for the team
I scraped a pot for the fiends
My nigga had track dreams
Til he got shot in his knee
My brother got gunned down
We hit them blocks every street
And now them niggas gone too
We won't acknowledge a thing
No sir
Follow your dreams
Little nigga follow your dreams
I got a verse from King Los
So let me style on this thing
My girl don't gotta do a thing
Except smile for me
No I'm lyin' she gotta swallow some D
My diamonds they look like water
Take a ride on the sea
I got some idols to meet
All of my rivals deceased
Or is it idols to beat
What would you like it to be
Preached

Yeah
None of these niggas is hostile as me
And at the same time
As brilliant as a diamond can be
Yeah I'm omnipotent when I'm vibin' in speech
I free autonomously
My double entendre's anonymous
And my timing is phenomenally
Placed between infinites
Supreme king sentiments
You a preteen sittin' in on dream team scrimmages
Your pupils dilated from TV images
I got 800 BC penmanship
I should charge a membership to remember this
Relentlessness my nemesis
Know I let there be light like Genesis
You come off like a feminist
I'm venomous
You thinkin' I'm finna miss
Well reminisce
Tell all analysts I'm limitless
Too big to be endless
Stuck somewhere in between where the beginning is
And already knowin' how I'm gon end this shit
Sit back watch the chemists whip
Your guns ain't big enough these extended clips
DMT's to finish trips
My flow venerous
Larry Bird when he bend his wrist
Shootin' over my nemesis
In the midst of my eminence
F*ck it ain't no friends in this
Shit ain't personal it's all business
That's what it is
Yeah

Don't
Let me
You get my heart
You get my heart
Cause I'm yours
Listen baby
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Writer: Carlos Coleman, Orlando PAyton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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