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let's talk facts - godfather of harlem lyrics

[intro]
(i got hitman on the beat)
(tahj money)
ha

[chorus]
ayy, let’s talk facts, dawg, first off it ain’t no competition
i grew up different, blue flag cripping with no pot to p*ss in
i got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
don’t try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
i’m too elite, i’m too in tune, b*tch, i’m from these streets
i sold your n*gga some [?] and had your n*gga tweaked
b*tch all in her feelings but when she see me she don’t ever speak
i got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks

[verse]
that’s why all them honey buns, they stuck on me, but nothing sweet
that’s them honey buns [?] think ’bout touching mе
i heard they got shmoney on my hеad, but who don’t f*ck with me?
man, go and get your shmoney back, them n*ggas know what’s up with me
same n*ggas think ’bout touching me, i get ’em touched for free
[?] do it quicker for a buck a piece
off the drugs, i got in my feelings then i upped the piece
sucker free, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas that don’t f*ck with me
hood n*gga, i don’t the f*ck the b*tch if she don’t f*ck the team
i’m good, n*gga, we don’t want your kind, don’t want your company
you gotta go through my lil’ n*ggas just to talk to me
and tell all the promoters just to book me it’s a couple ki’s
[chorus]
ayy, let’s talk facts, dawg, first off it ain’t no competition
i grew up different, blue flag cripping with no pot to p*ss in
i got that shmoney by my lonely, just a couple homies
don’t try to bro me run up on me acting like you know me
i’m too elite, i’m too in tune, b*tch, i’m from these streets
i sold your n*gga some [?] and had your n*gga tweaked
b*tch all in her feelings but when she see me she don’t ever speak
i got out of prison, made some millions in a couple weeks

- godfather of harlem lyrics

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