Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God Complex , by - Istasha. Release date: 25.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Complex |
| Came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked |
| You don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck |
| 40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping |
| Come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust |
| Came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked |
| You don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck |
| 40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping |
| Come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust |
| Young dirty cutter |
| Yeah my skin look like a battleground |
| Staring at the lock, pick a time |
| To come up in the house |
| Shawty wanna fuck but affection |
| Put you in the ground |
| Couple plastics bags and a tank |
| I won’t make a sound |
| I won’t say a fucking word |
| U ain’t listen anyway |
| Put you in the dirt |
| Or jus leave you in the alleyway |
| Bro he mixing chemicals |
| Now they going in my veins |
| Bitch I’m a guerrilla |
| Bloc black I’m renegade |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked |
| You don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck |
| 40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping |
| Come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust |
| Came in with a bang lil bitch get fucked |
| You don’t wanna swang on the kid good luck |
| 40 to my brain hollow tippin I’m tripping |
| Come get a witness cause this 40 right here I trust |
| Fuck what I’m digging |
| The shovels off and I’m done |
| You stay in parasite hours |
| Survive on lead from the gun |
| Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm |
| And see your brain fail |
| This ain’t savant days, drain |
| When your left up, uh |
| Running it back on medicine, never set up |
| One with no face, but his chest up |
| Bout to see you wreck it like |
| Honestly not a bother in novelty |
| Shooting it over off like a javelin |
| Split open wigs like a pair of pins, inattention |
| Knock on the frame and the seams degraded (fuck) |
| Facing the cages your locked and faded |
| Fucking with no false light the stasis |
| Break open crack out the places |
| Sought it into pathos and lost in oasis |
| Turning over, bitch and then you’re back into your basics |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| Killer got a god complex |
| Killer got a gun |
| (Killer got a god complex) |
| (Killer got a gun) |
| (Killer got a god complex) |
| (Killer got a gun) |
| (Killer got a god complex) |
| (Killer got a gun) |
| Fuck what I’m digging |
| The shovels off and I’m done |
| You stay in parasite hours |
| Survive on lead from the gun |
| Oppressed to face that the barrels are leaking open not calm |
| And see your brain fail |
| This ain’t savant days |