SINDIAN (Righteous Da Goddess) - LAND OF THE MYSTIC lyrics

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SINDIAN (Righteous Da Goddess) - LAND OF THE MYSTIC lyrics

[BRIDGE: SINDIAN] Mystique Gods Come up on my turf get your b**hes robbed Nice with the Semi, trigger bombs Red moon transform Godtrons 2x [VERSE 1: SINDIAN] Off in the third lane I move stars Sniper in the pa**enger window barge Kennedy blow brains, Maryland body more Aiming from Va I gotta keep the score f** these n***as talking bout I'm that raw I'm the G-O-D six triple three High on that marijuana, zoom I'm Donna Im from where n***as pull your cards Im a slicker Carter Va to La chete slick barber f** these n***as yapping about you curtain close targets Ain't no pardon rolling dice, slicker red carpets Since a youngin' I was in love with the diamonds It's a set, my building Western Dressed in the Lo boots with the spiked toes Triple Lo Goddess Dressed in the Lo boots with the spike toes [BRIDGE: SINDIAN] Get em Sindian 3x Mystic in the wind again Get em Sindian 3x Mystic in the wind again [VERSE 2: SINDIAN] Hit your cochlear Time is money and your time is up I only roll with real sisters that co*k and bust One look at estate my flow open gates I'm always in my prime b**h I'm never late Forming a master plan then I wake and bake I get em Sindian, mystic in the wind again Full frame figure I get you in the Sin Moving these bars k**ahill to Stapleton Damn I'm f**ing wicked, Coogi sweater vixen fly knitting It ain't slipping, bust bust these bullets ripping In the trenches Yeah im licking ah 2x Moving with the Mobb sickamore dutty rah Under my umbrella b**h I whine on your yards [BRIDGE: SINDIAN] [HOOK: SINDIAN] [VERSE 3: SINDIAN] Loyalty to God, I am f**ing God Loyal tio the d**h of me Pipe every breath of me Full of that nectar seed more popping than that etasy Open up th mac puppet strings I move em Fly Stella ruger Smoking on that Cuba God on the re-up get your f**ing stems cut Sacred black roses, nicks in the garden Poof im a magician, where the f** is Carmen Moving skating vapors shaking up in Harlem Starred them slick garment Crease on the rising Goddess is a tyrannt More white slicing, rising up the prices Mountains be hiking, sniff your horizon Stuffed with the Wiz, dome be thriving They thought they caught a body Nah I saty revivng Damn near in a minute Olive oil in the spinach I got him hyped up Long barrel hit guts Threw on the cat suit Lock box mean cut The goddess spitting, open up get shut [BRIDGE: SINDIAN] [HOOK: SINDIAN] [BRIDGE: SINDIAN]