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the godfather - wya كلمات أغنية

[intro: the godfather]
d_mn, i’m on that b_tch (ayy, jay, man, run that sh_t, cuh)
all you need to know
b_tch
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga

[chorus: the godfather]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h_llo?)
n_gga, where you at? (where?) n_gga, where you trap? (b_tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat
i hit the gears on the striker, make it giddy up
i got twenty lil’ n_ggas, they’ll f_ck the city up (b_tch)
your b_tch is a fan, she keep askin’, “is it really us?”
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up (b_tch)

[verse 1: the godfather]
boy, get out my business, this ain’t what you want
money stuck inside the ceilin’
racks ovеr the floor, “why they call you the godfathеr?” get a n_gga smoked (baow)
we be chasin’ n_ggas out they shoes, make them leave they ho (b_tch)

[chorus: the godfather & baby grizzley]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h_llo?)
n_gga, where you at? (where?) n_gga, where you trap? (b_tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat
i hit the gears on the striker, make it giddy up (skrrt)
i got twenty lil’ n_ggas, they’ll f_ck the city up (b_tch)
your b_tch is a fan (mm_hmm), she keep askin’, “is it really us?”
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up
[verse 2: baby grizzley]
still breakin’ bread like i’m tryna spread chunky peanut b_tter (b_tch)
out of town, ayy, look, i’ma need a cutter
your gold presi’, diamond beat, dj mustard
cut into a b_tch boyfriend like check it out, i f_cked her (okay)
peep my game face on like i’m playin’ poker (okay)
lucky with that folder, four_leaf clover, f_ck him over
f_ck my ex, i ho’ed her, five hundred on my shoulders
straight drip when i drop, til my fans act like smokers
h_ll nah, this ain’t no genesis, baby, this a bentley truck
comin’ lamborghini whenever i put the bentley up (skrrt)
f_ck with me ’cause you know i’m gon’ put her you in fendi, uh
beat that p_ssy down while i’m drunk, i guess that henny won
rich life, had to richard that, picture that
big bank, it go dat_dat_dat, we into that
she say, “you a blood, huh?” b_tch, i say bl!ck for that
i keep a big bank, it go dat_dat_dat, we into that, you hear me?
ayy

[chorus: the godfather, baby grizzley & both]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h_llo?)
n_gga, where you at? (where?) n_gga, where you trap? (b_tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (n_gga, yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat, yeah
i hit the gears on the striker (ayy), make it giddy up (skrrt)
i got twenty lil’ n_ggas, they’ll f_ck the city up (b_tch)
your b_tch is a fan, she keep askin’, “is it really us?” (b_tch)
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up

- the godfather

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