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the godfather - still thuggin lyrics

[intro]
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
know we charged the f+ck up
i’m in that mode

[chorus]
my mama know i’m thuggin’, i’m in the streets hustlin’
ridin’ ’round like i’m paid with a fifty+ball of hundreds
yeah, they f+cked the game up when the glock came with a b+tton
if you still got the route, dog food, go to kentucky
she heard i’m poppin’ at you, now your b+tch just tried to f+ck me
you a fat soft b+tch+ass n+gga, teletubby
in the loft gettin’ head from your b+tch, we lover buddies
love when the b+tch say, “boom, come here”, here go the money

[verse]
‘bows came wrapped, it lookin’ like we tryna make a mummy
feel like moz, i told jay to turn it up and get to runnin’
still alive, what you thought, they was gon’ k!ll me all of a sudden?
your dog took his last ride with you, boy, you lucky
they had to close the casket on that n+gga, he was ugly
sh+t, it always be the baddest hoes’ p+ssy that be musty
i told her eat it up and hurry up, i’m in a rush, please
bought five percs, took two, and probably popped three
high as h+ll, feelin’ like i’m rollin’ off an oxy
any n+gga that you see me with be tryna catch a body
you ain’t made no real money if the feds ain’t tryna watch you
wintertime, we still slidin’ on the ice, playin’ hockey
caught eighty+eight bullets out the chop, jeremy shockey
in the hood smokin’ dead opps, i’m chillin’ with my posse
better run, ’cause when boom get a gun, you turn toxic
it’s fun when you empty out your clip, bodies droppin’
his ass been dead for years, in the ground probably rottin’
you just got your first gun, you softer than some cotton
twenty thousand, add another ten, it’s thirty in my pocket
she like, “boom, where you at?” somewhere you would never find me
i fell back and popped back up like perfect timing
tell that b+tch you f+cked me and bro, ho, why you lyin’?
i’m lookin’ at a snitch when i look into your eyes
look away before i shoot the three+pointer like i’m bryan
gon’ treat him like a fish in the pen’ when we fry him
birds fly together, and they die together, tell ’em bye
say my name, i’ma pop out with a chopper like voila
oh, he muslim? we gon’ still send his ass to allah
i’ma go and use my gun if my tape ever flop
if i love you and you real, then we headin’ to the top, n+gga
[chorus]
my mama know i’m thuggin’, i’m in the streets hustlin’
ridin’ ’round like i’m paid with a fifty+ball of hundreds
yeah, they f+cked the game up when the glock came with a b+tton
if you still got the route, dog food, go to kentucky
she heard i’m poppin’ at you, now your b+tch just tried to f+ck me
you a fat soft b+tch+ass n+gga, teletubby
in the loft gettin’ head from your b+tch, we lover buddies
love when the b+tch say, “boom, come here”, here go the money

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