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daemoney - the godson كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(brvdo, brvdo, brvdo)
(get off, june)
ayy

[verse]
jumped in the family business, n_gga, i’m the godson (yeah)
i done made it out the trenches, n_gga, ’cause i’m god son (i swear)
hatin’ on the money ’cause his frontin’ ass ain’t got none (finished)
let a n_gga bump me while he walkin’, they gon’ drop somethin’ (he gone)
lost money, lost friends, lost b_tches, but i ain’t lost nothin’ (uh_uh)
i know these n_ggas lyin’ ’bout what they do ’cause this sh_t cost somethin’ (cappin’_ass n_gga)
i told these n_ggas in 2022 that the boy comin’ (yeah)
now everything i walk, i talk, i do, this sh_t be boss numbеrs
hit the gas, go frrrt, make her blow mе down
box glock go frrrt, now his homie down (hah)
been doin’ this sh_t for a while, don’t need n0body to hold me down (uh_uh)
i jumped on the road the same day took off my cap and gown (i swear to god)
a n_gga playin’ foul, i’m like a ref, tec gon’ set him down
like my b_tches lightskinned and tall with a lil’ style (ooh)
all he heard was, “gang, gang, gang, gang, gang,” skrrt, boom, baow (yeah, yeah)
shawn kemp, forty of them cases, they got boomed out
forever movin’ militant, i’m tryna reach my pinnacle (uh_huh, uh_huh)
hard to find some red and i’m startin’ to miss that phenergan
it’s on you like you musty, you keep doin’ all that friendly sh_t (broke_ass n_ggas)
twerkin’ to my music, now this n_gga pistol_whipped his b_tch (my bad)
brown denim tears on a junkie, in the hood like mitch (haha)
boy, i’m into organized crime, i can’t get on twitch (what?)
the motion natural, n_ggas sell they soul to get in the mix (crazy)
went through her phone, it hit him in his soul that she blowin’ d_ck (yeah)
i could’ve went and got a pair of buffs with what i blow in kith
i hit the lean, got it on my lips, she like, “give me kiss” (yeah, yeah)
i’m spendin’ like a hobby, i get bored and i’m like, “give me this” (i swear)
when i was juggin’ out of wisconsin, i used to dream of this
billion_dollar plan, i done grew up, now i’m done with scams (i’m done)
i love him like a brother, but i cut him ’cause my back been stabbed (sh_t)
i’m in philly, five pints on me, i feel like mcnabb
i’m comin’ out throwin’ haymakers, n_ggas throwin’ jabs (what?)
different n_gga, like i went byamba, made me in the lab (swear to god)
i met her at the club, f_ck a lyft, i called that b_tch a cab (real)
louis v, i got my double cup, i’m toastin’ with the stack (yeah)
got kicked when i was down, so now it’s on, i’m doin’ n_ggas bad (f_ck ’em)
i make money when i’m sleep off xannies, you can’t move the bag
broke_ass n_ggas, i ain’t even laughin’, i be feelin’ bad (for real)
i’m on these n_ggas’ ass, they see my name, it ain’t no skippin’ past (what?)
n_ggas jumpin’ into character, i’m really livin’ that
[outro]
all these actin’_ass n_ggas
i’m in the mob for real, n_gga
real for real, wavy navy
it’s the godson, n_gga
slae corleone

- daemoney

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