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the godfather - lil chris كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i don’t even remember the first time (you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga)
you mean the first time, you mean the first time i f_ckin’ (bangthatsh_t)

[verse]
this young n_gga on the block named lil chris (lil chris)
his older brother got life for some bullsh_t
but lil chris playin’ ball tryna go legit (he hoopin’)
his older brother smokin’ sh_t, he ain’t got no attempts
his older brother got a lil’ bit in beef (he do)
but lil chris hoopin’, he don’t know sh_t ’bout the streets
they shot his mama house up, now she can’t go to sleep (d_mn)
when chris looked her in her eyes, like somebody finna bleed (thеy finna die)
the next day hе went and bought his self a glock (glock)
big bro can’t call home, they put him in a box
hood hot as h_ll, it’s like boiling grease in a pot
lil’ bro was tryna make it to the nba
’til one day, they pulled up shootin’, was bustin’ the k
he got hit up in the legs and grazin’ the face (d_mn)
he tried to shoot, but he couldn’t, wasn’t nothin’ in the chamber (a rookie)
lil chris new to the beef sh_t
his brother caught him from the ho, told him keep bl!ck
you better stick to the code, you know we don’t snitch
and make sure our mama straight, you know how she get (i love you, ma)
chris said it’s good, love you, bro, call me back at six (love you, bro)
have lil’ bro out here tryna catch one (yeah)
the first one gon’ be the best one (it is)
he see an opp, he gon’ stretch somethin’
then after that, he know the rest comin’
better stack and collect money (all hundreds)
his older brother don’t play game, boy, ain’t sh_t funny
but lil chris be f_ckin’ hoes, doin’ it off the honey (f_ck it)
one day, lil chris had a bad b_tch (bad b_tch)
i ain’t gon’ lie, she was the type to never have b_tch (i swear to god)
pulled up to her crib in some fast sh_t (skrrt, skrrt)
them n_ggas sittin’ on her block in the last whip
lil chris threw off, but how the way her ass sick (her ass fat)
she told him pull up to the liquor store (right here)
she in her phone, he don’t know she textin’ n_ggas’ loc’
she said, “when i get out the whip, pull up and pop him at the door”
the opp text back, it’s cool, make sure lil chris don’t know (it’s cool, baby)
she got out, they pulled up right on side his ass
they ain’t leavin’ ’til somebody in a bodybag
they tryna stretch lil chris like a pilate class
you seen them n_ggas comin’ up, that’s when he got his mag
switches goin’ back and forth, he got head in the back
thought lil chris got shot for the second time
body finna recognize, brothers still stuck inside
mama cryin’, she don’t wanna see her son die
lil chris left it in the streets, he ain’t gon’ testify (i ain’t no snitch)
grew up a hooper, now he shootin’ in the beef (yup)
now he the big dog, got some n_ggas shootin’ for the team
they put a hit on big bro, they got him poked up for cheap
now he dead, lil’ bro like, “why they do that to me?” (why you do that to me, bro?)
(f_ck)
(gon’ get back on they ass, though)

- the godfather

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