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the godfather - fap down lyrics

[intro]
(good looking for this, cali)
yeah
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga

[verse 1]
low, get fapped down comin’ through my hood with that sh+t
you can’t go and k!ll a n+gga by yourself, you a b+tch
don’t give a f+ck if i got money, still sn+tch him out his kit
n+gga, watch what you say before i smack you with the bl!ck
gotta tax you for a six, you don’t buy it, i’ma sip it
the way we ballin’ on these n+ggas, i should go play for the pistons
lurkin’, i’m in all black like the hitman
i know this one opp would’ve been dead but the clip jammed
switch hands, tried to hit him with a couple more
the bag land, it disappeared, i need a hundred more
we was k!llin’ before rap, that’s what you gotta know
n+ggas say it’s money on my head, pull the chopper close (bring it here)
we gon’ pour a pint up when we celebratin’
me and pat high as h+ll trippin’, goin’ eighth for eighth
go and grab a bustdown and throw it in they face (bling)
the law broke, i can see why n+ggas always hate (hatin’)
fetty strong, you might f+ck around and feint
’cause we posted on the block like embiid in the paint
what you mad at me for? i sip lean every day
heard them boys in your hood, keep it on you, play it safe
boy, your lame ass don’t even got no money or no hustle
they call me “the godfather”, that should tell you i’m the muscle (that should tell you)
b+tch, you f+cked everybody, i won’t touch you
you gon’ get shot for tryna slide on me, that’s the wrong move
[verse 2]
you know i’m fully charged up like i’m goku (charged up)
this a twenty ounce pop, pour a whole deuce (pour it up)
the whole gang in this b+tch, i bet your ho choose
step back before you die, i don’t know you
lil’ bro got an oven, he’ll bake you, roast you
hit him with the fn and watch this b+tch go through him
pull up back to back, hop out ’cause we both shootin’ (yeah)
put a fully in my hand, watch me go stupid
takin’ all these d+mn drugs, got a headache
i’m with some model hoes on the beach out in la
i’m feelin’ like i’m bandman, they do whatever i say
we gon’ sit on you for hours when we find out where you stay
reminiscin’ ’bout your mans, put your ass in the grave with him
ain’t seen your ass in months since i heard that a k hit him
we hot as h+ll, it’s only three of us, we got eight pistols
puttin’ lasers on the bottom of it so we can’t miss him (you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga)

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