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 #

letra de the godson - daemoney

[intro]
(brvdo, brvdo, brvdo)
(get off, june)
ayy

[verse]
jumped in the family business, n-gga, i’m the godson (yeah)
i done made it out the trenches, n-gga, ’cause i’m god son (i swear)
hatin’ on the money ’cause his frontin’ ass ain’t got none (finished)
let a n-gga bump me while he walkin’, they gon’ drop somethin’ (he gone)
lost money, lost friends, lost b-tches, but i ain’t lost nothin’ (uh-uh)
i know these n-ggas lyin’ ’bout what they do ’cause this sh-t cost somethin’ (cappin’-ass n-gga)
i told these n-ggas in 2022 that the boy comin’ (yeah)
now everything i walk, i talk, i do, this sh-t be boss numbеrs
hit the gas, go frrrt, make her blow mе down
box glock go frrrt, now his homie down (hah)
been doin’ this sh-t for a while, don’t need n0body to hold me down (uh-uh)
i jumped on the road the same day took off my cap and gown (i swear to god)
a n-gga playin’ foul, i’m like a ref, tec gon’ set him down
like my b-tches lightskinned and tall with a lil’ style (ooh)
all he heard was, “gang, gang, gang, gang, gang,” skrrt, boom, baow (yeah, yeah)
shawn kemp, forty of them cases, they got boomed out
forever movin’ militant, i’m tryna reach my pinnacle (uh-huh, uh-huh)
hard to find some red and i’m startin’ to miss that phenergan
it’s on you like you musty, you keep doin’ all that friendly sh-t (broke-ass n-ggas)
twerkin’ to my music, now this n-gga pistol-whipped his b-tch (my bad)
brown denim tears on a junkie, in the hood like mitch (haha)
boy, i’m into organized crime, i can’t get on twitch (what?)
the motion natural, n-ggas sell they soul to get in the mix (crazy)
went through her phone, it hit him in his soul that she blowin’ d-ck (yeah)
i could’ve went and got a pair of buffs with what i blow in kith
i hit the lean, got it on my lips, she like, “give me kiss” (yeah, yeah)
i’m spendin’ like a hobby, i get bored and i’m like, “give me this” (i swear)
when i was juggin’ out of wisconsin, i used to dream of this
billion-dollar plan, i done grew up, now i’m done with scams (i’m done)
i love him like a brother, but i cut him ’cause my back been stabbed (sh-t)
i’m in philly, five pints on me, i feel like mcnabb
i’m comin’ out throwin’ haymakers, n-ggas throwin’ jabs (what?)
different n-gga, like i went byamba, made me in the lab (swear to god)
i met her at the club, f-ck a lyft, i called that b-tch a cab (real)
louis v, i got my double cup, i’m toastin’ with the stack (yeah)
got kicked when i was down, so now it’s on, i’m doin’ n-ggas bad (f-ck ’em)
i make money when i’m sleep off xannies, you can’t move the bag
broke-ass n-ggas, i ain’t even laughin’, i be feelin’ bad (for real)
i’m on these n-ggas’ ass, they see my name, it ain’t no skippin’ past (what?)
n-ggas jumpin’ into character, i’m really livin’ that
[outro]
all these actin’-ass n-ggas
i’m in the mob for real, n-gga
real for real, wavy navy
it’s the godson, n-gga
slae corleone

- daemoney

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS