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the godfather - junkie كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga
you know we charged the f_ck up

[chorus]
i’ll sip the drank raw, i’m a junkie
you a dupe boy, you’d probably crash out, you a flunkie
i’ve been in the city, ride around in strikers like the night ending
way before this pandemic, we’ve was pint sippin’ (better ask)
[?] said, “don’t go against the family, get your life ended” (don’t go against me)
hundred rounds look like a tire from a bicycle
big opp, i keep a big chop shootin’ out missiles (you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga)
he was thinkin’ with his d_ck, i let the glock kiss him (mwah)

[verse 1]
don’t try to call me gang, i don’t know you
watch out, bro, he tryna put you on the floor for us to smoke you
ridе around with twenty thousand in my jeans, i’m tryna blow it
i just bought a pint of wock’ and drunk the sh_t bеfore i posted
i ain’t with a kid, i brung a baby draco in the stroller
keep a glock inside my jeans, i just use it as a holster
b_tches tell me that “they terrified of you”, i’m like, “i know it”
i be lacin’ n_ggas’ boots from head to toe like ricky owen
this sh_t all simple, hit his head, but it stopped at his temple
40 kissed him on the cheek, gave his ass a dimple
we be poppin’ n_ggas’ brains like a pimple
that back and watch me close an opp out like i’m kimbler
[chorus]
i’ll sip the drank raw, i’m a junkie
you a dupe boy, you’d probably crash out, you a flunkie
i’ve been in the city, ride around in strikers like the night ending
way before this pandemic, we’ve was pint sippin’ (better ask)
[?] said, “don’t go against the family, get your life ended” (don’t go against me)
hundred rounds look like a tire from a bicycle
big opp, i keep a big chop shootin’ out missiles (you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga)
he was thinkin’ with his d_ck, i let the glock kiss him (mwah)

[verse 2]
they sayin’ who runnin’ this b_tch? us
hit the club, hundred thousand, get to f_ckin’ that b_tch up
love my glock, i let it bust, hurry up, i’m in a rush
i’m runnin’ up, i put the fully on him, make him tuck and duck
you cuffed a b_tch that gang f_cked, boy, you out your mind
last year alone, i probably poured about a thousand lines
hit a n_gga block with ten choppers, let off a thousand rounds
boy, i’ve been a problem child
don’t move, get shot down, he out of bounds
they know what’s up
know i hit his stupid ass, he got to foldin’ up
i pour lean in double cups
the chopper got him jumpin’ in the air, look like he double dutchin’
i know brodie bustin’ if i’m bustin’, it ain’t no discussion
[chorus]
i’ll sip the drank raw, i’m a junkie
you a dupe boy, you’d probably crash out, you a flunkie
i’ve been in the city, ride around in strikers like the night ending
way before this pandemic, we’ve was pint sippin’ (better ask)
[?] said, “don’t go against the family, get your life ended” (don’t go against me)
hundred rounds look like a tire from a bicycle
big opp, i keep a big chop shootin’ out missiles (you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga)
he was thinkin’ with his d_ck, i let the glock kiss him (mwah)

- the godfather

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