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the godfather - wya lyrics

[intro: the godfather]
d+mn, i’m on that b+tch (ayy, jay, man, run that sh+t, cuh)
all you need to know
b+tch
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga

[chorus: the godfather]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h+llo?)
n+gga, where you at? (where?) n+gga, where you trap? (b+tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat
i hit the gears on the striker, make it giddy up
i got twenty lil’ n+ggas, they’ll f+ck the city up (b+tch)
your b+tch is a fan, she keep askin’, “is it really us?”
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up (b+tch)

[verse 1: the godfather]
boy, get out my business, this ain’t what you want
money stuck inside the ceilin’
racks ovеr the floor, “why they call you the godfathеr?” get a n+gga smoked (baow)
we be chasin’ n+ggas out they shoes, make them leave they ho (b+tch)

[chorus: the godfather & baby grizzley]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h+llo?)
n+gga, where you at? (where?) n+gga, where you trap? (b+tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat
i hit the gears on the striker, make it giddy up (skrrt)
i got twenty lil’ n+ggas, they’ll f+ck the city up (b+tch)
your b+tch is a fan (mm+hmm), she keep askin’, “is it really us?”
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up
[verse 2: baby grizzley]
still breakin’ bread like i’m tryna spread chunky peanut b+tter (b+tch)
out of town, ayy, look, i’ma need a cutter
your gold presi’, diamond beat, dj mustard
cut into a b+tch boyfriend like check it out, i f+cked her (okay)
peep my game face on like i’m playin’ poker (okay)
lucky with that folder, four+leaf clover, f+ck him over
f+ck my ex, i ho’ed her, five hundred on my shoulders
straight drip when i drop, til my fans act like smokers
h+ll nah, this ain’t no genesis, baby, this a bentley truck
comin’ lamborghini whenever i put the bentley up (skrrt)
f+ck with me ’cause you know i’m gon’ put her you in fendi, uh
beat that p+ssy down while i’m drunk, i guess that henny won
rich life, had to richard that, picture that
big bank, it go dat+dat+dat, we into that
she say, “you a blood, huh?” b+tch, i say bl!ck for that
i keep a big bank, it go dat+dat+dat, we into that, you hear me?
ayy

[chorus: the godfather, baby grizzley & both]
late night swervin’ (swerve), phone still workin’ (h+llo?)
n+gga, where you at? (where?) n+gga, where you trap? (b+tch)
i just met the plug, he gon’ pull up with the packs (n+gga, yeah)
i got thirty racks cash on me, make her show that cat, yeah
i hit the gears on the striker (ayy), make it giddy up (skrrt)
i got twenty lil’ n+ggas, they’ll f+ck the city up (b+tch)
your b+tch is a fan, she keep askin’, “is it really us?” (b+tch)
hundred hundred thousand, rewind it, we really up

- the godfather lyrics

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