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onfully - bet they know lyrics

[intro: onfully]
shee
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
(rado)

[verse 1: onfully & the godfather]
you n+ggas peep our bodies up, then you pick lint of your clothes (pick your mans up)
we don’t toss the bag back and forth, that b+tch gon’ get sowed
if you know me, then you know fully keep pole (you know i keep that b+tch)
i don’t know what you been told, smoke your ass if you get close (baow)
brodie had the pot hot in the kitchen, he ain’t cookin’ roast
twenty+four hours in that room, you’d probably fold
roast, treat this glock like missy elliot, it lose control
your ass can die today, tomorrow, sh+t, n0body know (b+tch, yeah)

[verse 2: the godfather & onfully]
this k look like a camera, when it flash, make you strike a pose
tell brodie put some money on your head, then your body gone
you sold four n+ggas dead in broad day, sh+t, n0body told
i’m solid as a rock, if i get locked, never break the code
me and fully like kobe and shaq, he give, i go
n+gga, i can see you through the scope (yeah), you sneeze, i post
how you a gangster? sh+t, got a gun, you know you been a ho
don’t start no sh+t that you can’t finish (shee), we gon’ turn you into a ghost

[verse 3: onfully & the godfather]
now i’m startin’ sh+t i finish, like casper, turn you to a ghost
out of town pickin’ different b+tches, eenie+meenie+miney+mo (which one?)
thirteen was on my first l!ck, i should’ve had to go
.308 came with a grip, i’ma add the scope
i don’t even really need this b+tch, bet i still score
you tryna beef, don’t got no money, what you livin’ for?
hit your lil’ b+tch over the counter on her tippie toes (yeah)
i’m in here coughin’ up an opp, sh+t, that’s all i smoke
[verse 4: the godfather]
n+gga, when it’s time to k!ll an opp, we all gon’ go
i don’t really know sh+t, that’s all i know
you can’t have a b+tch to yourself, i hit all your hoes
[?] is he gon’ up the strap, pat, he gon’ kick the door
shots fired, everybody in this b+tch gon’ hit the floor
mvp, i’m really in the field, think i need my trophy
i don’t give a f+ck if you was joey, can’t n0body coach me (n+gga)
i don’t love after we done f+ckin’, act like you don’t know me
in the streets, i got stripes like a tiger, i’m tony (for real)
a rollie, ‘ll take that b+tch and sell it to your brodie
mix the wocky with the red, it’s good as h+ll, my favorite potion
i gotta pay the lawyers to get the case gone like your homie, out of here

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