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the godfather - ride out lyrics

[intro]
(okay, kmoney)

[verse 1: the godfather]
steer the ‘cat with the left, throw the glock with the right
i been off the porch since back when kb made “live that life”
don’t be askin’ for no shorts, pay that tab, need that price
i got all these chains on and still’ll get a n+gga iced
real street n+gga, i been doin’ this sh+t since a baby
bullet hit him in his head, another one went through his naval
i got snipers on the roof, look like they installin’ cable
we be high as h+ll, pourin’ all this syrup like it’s maple
boy, don’t get your face cracked, n+gga, where that safe at?
trackhawks, we racе that, switches bounce like maybachs
havе brodie come and k!ll your stupid ass just for a stack
ask the opps, every time we miss they ass, we double back

[verse 2: onfully]
i don’t even come close to broke n+ggas, they contagious
i been doin’ this sh+t since miles was playin’ for the ravens
i don’t like a plain b+tch, you know i like her with some flavor
shoot my point, hit my shot, you could get another fader
if it’s a problem with my brother, you into it with me too
know i keep a small circle, no, this ain’t no hula hoop
who is you? a n0body, tryna tell me what to do
if i got them pills, take them b+tches straight to msu
if your pops died at a young age, you’d be a sad child
mad child, on the other end, i’m tryna cash out
i’m tryna catch another opp and pull my mask down
boom, charge me up, ain’t tryna chill, i’m tryna spazz out
[verse 3: the godfather]
go and crash out, f+ck it, k!ll him then
me and baby j shot all the windows out the minivan
n+gga, i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no rap, i’m tryna get it in
made a bet who gon’ get the first k!ll, we doin’ spin for spin

[verse 4: onfully]
double back, too many addys, almost had a heart attack
me and boom in that srt8 jeep, you know we hard to catch
our dog got a .223, you can’t even take a look
it’s lessons to this sh+t, you tryna learn, need to read a book
i’m with h, we in memphis, know i feel like bibby
with some hoes that’s tryna blow me down like a chimney
you’d get your hands chopped off tryna be too greedy
draco, call this b+tch a water gun, it wet you up like fiji

- the godfather lyrics

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