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thick bitch - the godfather lyrics

[intro]
(mia jay c)
you know what the f*ck goin’ on

[chorus]
thick b*tch throw that ass, i’ll catch it (hold on)
freaky b*tch keep on grabbin’ on my necklace (d*mn, b*tch)
this for them n*ggas who ain’t really get the message
you gon’ get them b*tches gone any day, we ain’t stressin’ (any day)
this freak b*tch off the perc’, she rollin’ (she rollin’)
headshot, it’ll leave a n*gga open (wide open)
i be geekin’ off the addys, i’m focused (b*tch, i’m focused)
1942 shots, she open (man)

[verse 1]
“is you rollin’ off a perc’?” b*tch, i might
you ain’t gotta be my b*tch, i just want you for the night
hate when hoes call my phone all day, that sh*t ain’t right
freaky b*tch, she bеnd it over and be dancin’ on the pipе
my other b*tch, she strike it like she ain’t got t**th, she do it trife
high as h*ll, just poured an eight, i’m up there floatin’ with the kites
cougar b*tch, she love to take control and f*ck a n*gga right
come and get charged up, you could rich overnight
hoes throwin’ that ass, lookin’ like they havin’ a fight
we could run it up to f*ck it up and get it back tonight
i just picked her up and got my name, put her on a flight
i’m just tryna live good, why n*ggas tryna steal my life?
[chorus]
thick b*tch throw that ass, i’ll catch it (hold on)
freaky b*tch keep on grabbin’ on my necklace (d*mn, b*tch)
this for them n*ggas who ain’t really get the message
you gon’ get them b*tches gone any day, we ain’t stressin’ (any day)
this freak b*tch off the perc’, she rollin’ (she rollin’)
headshot, it’ll leave a n*gga open (wide open)
i be geekin’ off the addys, i’m focused (b*tch, i’m focused)
1942 shots, she open (man)

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m geekin’ off the addys, i’m focused (i’m focused)
but i ain’t slippin’, i’ll leave a n*gga holey (bah, bah)
sh*t, i was standin’ in the field like a goalie (like a goalie)
my rich b*tch bad as h*ll, she a trophy
she don’t care about the pape’, lil’ n*gga, she’d hold you
lil’ b*tch, she fun*sized, she love to bust it open
i got a secret route on how to get them ‘bows back from oakland
my young b*tch, she gon’ do whatever it take to get a rollie
she’ll walk a n*gga down and then pull off right in a stollie
thick b*tch, thick b*tch that’s gon’ take d*ck
my road dog hit that b*tch, she gon’ take risks (she gon’ hit it)
only god know i only love the real b*tches (i love them b*tches)
only god know i only love the freak b*tches (i love them b*tches)

- the godfather lyrics

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