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letra de hallelujah - godfather of harlem

[intro: buddy]
yeah, ooh
huh
yeah, hey, uh, ooh
yeah, okay, okay
yeah

[chorus: buddy]
hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, n-gg-, you can lose your soul
be careful, n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for
who do you think you’re talking to?
i’m not the one you wanna run into

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
in love with the hustle and i want the bank
i want the throne, i am the king
walking like frank, i’m in a mink
i’m wit’ a ting, sit by the ring
power and money just sit on my brain
sh-t for the birds, can’t sit in the [?] (right)
diamonds and pearls sit in my ring
that’s for the girls, sit on my thing
i’m with the mob, i’m with the truce
ridin’ with me ’cause they know i’m the truth
i get them calls, house with the roof
dodging them b-lls, i want the loot (that’s right)
praying to god that he get me through
we goin’ through wars, i ain’t finn lose (woo, woo)
n-body else can do what i do
n-body ever gon’ walk in my shoes

[chorus: buddy & a$ap ferg]
hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, n-gg-, you can lose your soul
be careful, (yeah) n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for (right)
who do you think you’re talking to?
i’m not the one you wanna run into
hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, n-gg-, you can lose your soul (that’s right)
be careful, n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for
who do you think you’re talking to? (woo, woo)
i’m not the one you wanna run into

[verse 2: wale]
look, i’m sick of these n-gg-s, i’m tired
i really been tryna hide the feeling i live wit’
my mind, i messed up, my ammunition is infinite
y’all about to trigger me, boo
folarin just stepped in the room
y’all ain’t accepting the truth, yeah
i’m at the top of my cl-ss
may take a helicopter to my renuion, uh
really i’m ’bout to be cutthroat
’cause really i’on give a f-ck though
silly b-tches get they cell blocked for being phoney, i ain’t gusto
got it all off the muscle
dig dirt, where’s the shovel?
can i get seven hallelujah’s, god good, this ain’t luck though

[chorus: buddy & a$ap ferg]
hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, n-gg-, you can lose your soul
be careful, (that’s right) n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for (woo, woo)
who do you think you’re talking to?
i’m not the one you wanna run into

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
i want it all, know it’s a risk
i wanna ball, i wanna glist’ (yeah)
you in my way, you bound to get hit
power and money come over a b-tch (right, right)
sit at the table and talk to the clique
i got a plan, we could get rich
bigger than corners and makin’ a pitch
bigger than bottles and trippin’ a brick (that’s right)
i’m in the mix, throw the -ssist
we can make hits, spit from the lips
couple of models be shakin’ they hips
goin’ full throttle ’cause i’m wit’ the sh-ts (grrr)
n-body else do it bigger than this
n-body else in the building like this (woo)
n-body else make a k!lling like this
n-body else that be k!llin’ this sh-t

[chorus: buddy & a$ap ferg]
yeah, hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, (right) n-gg-, you can lose your soul (that’s right)
be careful, n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for
who do you think you’re talking to? (woo, woo)
i’m not the one you wanna run into
hallelujah, i manoeuvre
i’m the driver and the shooter
out here, (right) n-gg-, you can lose your soul (that’s right)
be careful, n-gg-, you better be humble
we living whatever we come for
who do you think you’re talking to?
i’m not the one you wanna run into

- godfather of harlem

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