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lirik lagu can’t deny it – the godfather

[intro: the godfather]
i don’t even remember the first time
you mean the first time i f*ckin’— (bangthatsh*t)
yeah
n*gga
you know what the f*ck goin’ on

[verse 1: the godfather]
really in the streets (yeah), that’s why they mad about it (b*tch)
ain’t ready for this sh*t, need to get your ass up out it (get your ass up out it)
i dropped out of high school, ain’t wanna go to college (nope)
young n*gga, i let all the old*heads give me knowledge (b*tch)
just popped another bean (yup), i’m rollin’ off an oxy (oxy)
scr*pe it ’til the pot clean (pot clean), my n*ggas is top three and not three (not three)
we get money, f*ck hoes, see the cops, flee (flee)
wе fly ’em in and get ’em gonе, they did not see ’em
my n*ggas be slidin’, they duckin’ when them b*ttons hit (bah)
them n*ggas be hidin’ like they put up by the government (these n*ggas rats)
put a fully switch on a glock, sound like some other sh*t
ducked off, couldn’t get up with ass, so my brother spint

[interlude: the godfather]
yeah
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga

[verse 2: the godfather]
been thinkin’ to myself, i’m tryna get some help
them bullets, they’ll burn, them b*tches really melt you
was movin’, so i kept shootin’
want him dead, let’s do it
i pray that i get next to him
teachin’ n*ggas like they students
i can’t take my n*ggas everywhere, them n*ggas stupid
punch a n*gga in his sh*t, leave his ass toothless
n*ggas mad ’bout what i did, sh*t, i had to do it
just know you leavin’ in a bag if we get into it
[interlude: bandgang biggs]
if we get into it
(come on now)
we puttin’ n*ggas in a body bag, let’s get it, ayy

[verse 3: bandgang biggs]
these n*ggas mickey mouse, rattin’ on the whole f*ckin’ gang (they rats)
out in public, rockin’ shows, i ain’t gotta tuck my chains (at all)
hit mickey in his head with this glock 17 (come on now)
i’ma leave that n*gga dead ’cause he ratted on the team
catch him comin’ out the courthouse (yop), trail him to the crib (yeah)
i don’t wanna f*ck your b*tch no more, her p*ssy smell like fish (d*mn)
i don’t wanna f*ck your b*tch no more, i did it to her lips
sent that b*tch to martin city, made her pick me up some ritz (go get that)
made so much money off rap, i said f*ck school (f*ck school)
made so much money off music, we said f*ck college (f*ck college)
mama told me, “son, get a job, can’t be out here wildin'” (can’t be out here wildin’)
but it’s too late for that, ’cause, mama, i’m a f*ckin’ problem (i’m a f*ckin’ problem)
louis ‘fit, rollie watch, your b*tch see me drippin’
now she droolin’, catch you snoozin’, she gon’ blow me kisses
f*ck her fast like the suzuki, like we on a mission (woo)
dada winning, b*tch, they losin’, better know the difference

- the godfather

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