a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

believe me - the godfather & onfully lyrics

[intro: onfully]
(rado)
shee

[chorus: onfully]
b*tch, you don’t believe it’s me, you know i’m gettin’ loot (it’s me, ho)
b*tch, you don’t believe in lies, ho, you can tell the truth
don’t get hypnotised when this k knock you out your shoes (baow)
leave him stretched like a starfish, sweep him like a broom

[verse 1: onfully]
don’t get hypnotised when this k’ll knock you out your shoes
out of town makin’ so much money, i’ma need some room
if you actin’ like a fool (shee), get your ass hit with too
up the murder rate, opps sick, they need some therafree
unc’ mixin’ in the kitchen, same sh*t a chemist do (shee)
you ain’t even makе a dime all year, you n*ggas pitiful (you n*ggas terriblе)
in the streets with lil’ bro, he could get critical
hit him in his head, leave it open like a living room
that’s a bad*ass tragedy to be exact
if we not in the beef rappin’ (shee), probably sellin’ packs
i know the reason that you’re mad, your b*tch sellin’ cat
if you not with the gang, guaranteed you gettin’ fapped
every time we come around you get nervous, sh*t, relax
it ain’t even called for (shee), you probably’d rat
wet his tee like we on the water drivin’ jet
ski mask on in the field, i might catch a sack
[verse 2: the godfather & onfully]
i was taught don’t never believe lies, only believe the truth
called ronnie, he said f*ck it today and let me see the coupe
cut into a lil’ freaky b*tch like what you finna do?
baby girl, you never seen a k!ller? sh*t, i’m living proof
n*ggas was just up and now they broke, that sh*t pitiful (man)
me and fully f*cked the same b*tch, now she in the crew
never tell a lie, only the truth when i’m in the booth (i swear)
believe me when this baby draco hit him, knock him out the room
believe me if you don’t see that b*tch on me, i still got the tool
believe me when i ran into your homie, put him on the news
they fry him up, we take n*ggas in pairs like we boxing shoes
glock, it came with a sports mode, that’s why i love to shoot it
opps tuck they tail every time when we runnin’ through ’em
k!ll a n*gga then tell his ass this sh*t more than music
had to slow down on the drank, ’cause n*gga, i abuse it (yeah, i do)
you ain’t never seen a stick, a five*seven uzi
you ain’t in the streets for real, you be lackin’, goofy (yeah)
hit a n*gga in his sh*t, now he actin’ stupid (dumb as h*ll)
burn a n*gga with this torch like he covered in fluid
most n*ggas end up dead when we get into it (shee)

- the godfather onfully lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular