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the godfather - like veeze said lyrics

[intro]
yeah
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
you know we charged the f+ck up

[verse]
late night ridin’ (ridin’), ‘bows still flyin’ in
n+gga, i’m a boss (boss), cut right into the middleman (nope)
this ain’t lil’ money (boy), go rack for rack, go band for band (yeah)
he bleedin’ out his forehead, you better check your mans (you better check him)
d+mn, lil’ mama, i’m just tryna f+ck (d+mn)
she lettin’ everybody hit, is it mines or what? (is it mines?)
you know it’s all dead n+ggas stuffed inside the blunt (he dead)
rose gold vvs, all my diamonds chunks, you get it? (boy)
all these n+ggas characters, they animated (man)
hundred ‘bows just came in, we took ‘еm to granny bas+m+nt (yup)
glockboy pulled up in a bеnz like he was famous (like he famous)
you ever seen two hundred in blues? this sh+t amazing (this sh+t amazing)
boogie down, that’s my brother, with him right or wrong (i am)
i make money every day and i don’t got a phone (i don’t)
you dig that? don’t hype him up to get his wig sn+tched (nope)
pop a pill, then i pop up, k!ll him wherever his kids at (baow)
you hear that switch? better start exercising (boy)
you know i’m with the nonsense, i live my life behind tint (i do)
my daddy died, i see the target, now my aim locked (it is)
i woke up with a hangover, i’m in bangkok (how?)
what’s that? that’s that fully glitchin’ (glitch)
catch him out and beat his ass like we the ’89 pistons (pistons)
i bought a scope and i ain’t even finna shoot him from a distance (nope)
grab him by the neck, i’m feelin’ like i’m racist how i lynched him (lynched his ass)
i’m the godfather, how the f+ck you think i’m not a threat? (how?)
n+ggas checkin’ out, who the f+ck you think that got ’em stretched? (me)
i’m the rapper and the shooter, nothin’ more, nothin’ less (nope)
tryna go against this sh+t the quickest way to meet death (for real)
you see the tf? (the family)
the family only, in my eyes, n+gga, we next (we up)
with two sticks, i feel like i’m playin’ the wii x (the wii)
i’ll never pay for that p+ssy, you got cheap s+x, b+tch (broke b+tch)
i could really be your pimp, let me take you to the strip (let me take you)
in the club gettin’ hit while i’m all up in the v.i.p.
she see me pourin’ up red, let lil’ baby take a sip (uh)
always keep one in the head, don’t you think that’s common sense? (duh)
rockin’ designer sh+t (uh+huh), marni just for the drip (uh+huh)
amiris for the jeans (uh+huh), rick owens for the kicks (uh+huh)
like veeze said, lil’ b+tch, get off my d+ck, get off my d+ck (ho)
like veeze said, lil’ b+tch, get off my d+ck, get off my d+ck (ho)

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