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godfather don - y lyrics

[intro]
i say it with my man
yeah, uh uh, whoo
the don, f+ckin’ godfather don
who the f+ck is he? i don’t know
you know who i am? are you down in the underground sh+t?
eh anyway, this motherf+cker here, he’s sick
i read in the magazine, the motherf+cker stalker for real
check it
i heard i was on lips

[verse 1: godfather don]
i hate when it motherf+ckers get me in this mode, lyrical cappin’
havin’ n+ggas fit in your clothes
hittin’ with flows that make a [?], don’t offend me
even your men see, they know who my friends be
mc’s realer than you, iller than you
so guess what that makes me, a k!ller to crews
you figure it out
i’m sippin’ gin, you k!llin’ the stout
here we are, face to face, what you squealin’ about?
the fact that i wax fat thighs, snap wack guys on 34th
yeah, that’s that guy
d+mn skippy, mama’s and check cl+t as i slam strictly
massive firepower with [?] lance with me
mike l tore cheek sh+lls while i [?]
i eat tail but if she smells like a sea shore
i’ll be raw, pass her to you
after the crew did they thing on it
stupid ass put a ring on it
the green h+rnet, he’ll know guns, still don’t wanna test this
’cause i’ll bless this with this lexus
my sk!ll perplexes like mathematics
so when you put it together, you figure your ass is splatted
[chorus: godfather don]
why mc’s wanna test the god?
all i do is try to eat and finesse the raw
get this lexus car [?]
hit my g’s up, get my fees up, l!ckin’ mommies that be ski’d up

[verse 2: godfather don]
the same time it takes you to figure the st++ze
heavy machinery hittin’ got you grippin’ your knees
attack like i’m flippin’ disease
cover more ground than speed freaks, hittin’ the key
gettin’ to me is easy, battlin’ is another story
smack to get another glory, ask again your mother saw me
she said ”i’ll be there for takin’ the son”
when she read how mc’s bled is makin’ her cum
[?] makin’ the sum ’cause meet a business with a snake
if i’m fake, what make the sh+t you duplicate?
if i had a nickle for every fickle pickle i bit through
i skipped through venezuela and let these other n+ggas hit you
did you listen? if you did you wouldn’t [?]
and i wouldn’t have to be makin’ these secret missions
too many n+ggas clockin’ my style
watchin’ the files of my mind straight from the l, slabbin’ me wild
kissin’ all the way that i’m p+ssin’ on the hood of your expedition
just for exhibition
watch me interchange words like yahtzee
roxie style, cap 8 n+ggas like foxy (uh)
[chorus: godfather don]
why mc’s wanna test the god?
all i do is try to eat and finesse the raw
get this lexus car [?]
hit my g’s up, get my fees up, l!ckin’ mommies that be ski’d up

[verse 3: godfather don]
any bye+bye’s get chopped like benihana
f+ck the beef when i eat, gimme my mice
[?] drama
i’m a sick n+gga for big figures like poppa
still not understand the man in the saga?
give me 4 bars and blacka, blacka, blacka
i got ya boppin’, n+ggas that rob me none
i see you bite us in the back with your pens and [?]
i’m large and amazin’, hittin’ n+ggas from clouds
in my silver linen, packin’ somethin’ that’s loud
actin’ dumb is so proud like that sh+t you [?] the gym
when i spit i get a hit, plus a whip, plus a chick
[?], hold up, what the f+ck, i’m already nice
call every dice, rollin’ motherf+cka my man
that’s some g+y sh+t for n+ggas who don’t run with a band or a land

[chorus x2: godfather don]
why mc’s wanna test the god?
all i do is try to eat and finesse the raw
get this lexus car [?]
hit my g’s up, get my fees up, l!ckin’ mommies that be ski’d up
[outro]
uh, uh, that be ski’d up, yeah, that be ski’d up…

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