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letra de god father iii - bigare ben

[verse one]
back to reality i study the maze like vasco
i’m a sailing men i’m an pirate
some n-ggas got selfish egos now i live for the trap on the daily
i swear to god iam tired of hood rats they came around and bit my sneakers
used to show my hand with gestures but i see no signs of life here i guess iam showing these signs to mannequins i had to sit and wet my fingers now ching sign is the only gesture
i throw it out they still don’t get it i carry on just stretching these bands men and i put in work back on my chair like bhuda
one men thing no flеx bars ma rap life is on true story , i ain’t no f-cked up n-gga bеing told what to do as write more of history , i looked around connected the dots and found my name in his story
i had to sit down and tell my story, iam a praying men with a burning shrine like chulos and amigos
i carry body raps for offerings and more rain ma essays got more bodies then mortuary is
these days i’m just casting spells and obituaries
they said rap is dead, i said nah they gave the mic to anubis

[ chorus ]
[ i told you little n-ggas i’m your god father !
i am your god father !
i’m your god father !
(i am your pap son !.)
when it comes to this rap and on earth
(and on earth)
i’m your god father !
i am your god father !
(iam your pap son) ]

[ i told you little n-ggas i’m your god father !
i am your god father !
i’m your god father !
(i am your pap son !.)
when it comes to this rap and on earth
(and on earth)
i’m your god father !
i am your god father !
(iam your pap son) ]
[verse two]

family guy ,business men entrepreneur with no degree i do tomuch for one guy i need extra arms like shiva
iam a god father on earth i know what to do next from birth
where i’m from it’s gold or silver men die over shiney metals
my love for jewellery was more like gansta then love for filigree, now custom rings weigh more then fifty back then we used to do hollow and platings
i woke up from a different dream some things i hoped to forget buy yah know that men don’t cry, i took a knee and caught a breath
lately i party hard kicked it until i forgot my name algahul only brought me pain
took a shot trip to the bandos extended my h-rn for three lines on the table iam ganesha i’m a vacuum

- bigare ben

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