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the godfather & glockboyz teejaee - mafia lyrics

[verse 1: damedot]
step in the room, i’m in louis, she in louis too
only time i condone runners when i do the shoes
y’all n+ggas acters like a movie shoot
up front a bag to a n+gga, see what you can do
i’m finna spin the block, it’s just me and boom
let’s see who hit the first top, me or you
don’t ever think ’bout shredding me, you ain’t gon’ see it through
i got hoes like pretty ricky, i should be a group
find out where he lay his head, put a rack on it
find a n+gga b+tch cash app, send a stack to her
i do this sh+t for the slide, this ain’t no trap music
i get you set up by b+tch, make a rat do it
even when it ain’t christmas, got a bale on me
this plain+white shirt i’m wearing cost mе twelve hundred
mе and this money got a bond, it put a spell on me
it’s wrapped up tight, ain’t got a smell on it

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
i got big money
man, when i’m talking, you better listen to me
man, she remember me from school, she stay i’m still that n+gga
man, i swear to god, i ain’t f+ck your b+tch, bro, my closet did it
man, i always end up f+ckin’ somebody b+tch, don’t get me started
i’m in the hood getting some money, buying ‘bows with the extras
n+gga, you think i’m trippin’ now, wait ’til the jeweler done with my necklace
i’m doing good now, i can tell you days when i was stressing
used to be broke, but yesterday, i ate like 10k for breakfast
man, sloppy roll of twenties, walking ’round with shoebox money on me
i’m sipping lean, moving slow, i can afford it, i got motion
i was chillin’, i’m with tron, i’d hit your b+tch, but she was too open
[verse 3: the godfather]
i seen a fiend crush up a pill, bust a blue open
so many dead opps, i don’t know who we smoking
we get the ‘bows in and put ’em in motion
my n+gga catch a body, i pay him in tokens
we got switches on the glocks, i thought n+ggas noticed
bustdown watches, we got bustdown choppers
get his drop, we gon’ spin ’til we dead or we pop him
whip this b+tch, she don’t give a f+ck, snort dope up her nostrils
i got dog sh+t and you broke, n+gga, that’s the problem
either get up off your ass and get a dollar
six hundred for the gucci shirt with snakes on the collar
hit his ass with the drac’ in his face, i’m a monster
put his ass on fox 2, gave him a sponsor

- the godfather glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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