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letra de corleone - millyz & joyner lucas

chorus:
aye, this that corleone, that don sh-t run through me
suited up like a mob boss, i’m top dog, unruly
broke n-gga turn rich n-gga, now the b-tch n-ggas wanna sue me
show you how to make a fl!ck n-gga, how to turn your life to a movie
bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my gucci
put a hit on you weak n-ggas, i treat n-ggas like goofies
i been itchin’ to k!ll some, i’m piped up with that uzi
i been looking for a real one to get wifed up but i’m choosy

verse 1:
lot of n-ggas wish death on me but i never see them in person
they gassed up on that ketamine and my energy can’t curve it
thеse bad thoughts don’t never lеave you’ll never see what i’m serving
i say i don’t wanna go to therapy but they telling me it’s not working
my rose grew from the concrete but it still cracks on the surface
my side b-tch wanna block me but she still a f-ck for these purses
been telling hoes not to lie to me cause the truth will make you nervous
know my grandfather be proud of me if he knew the whip then i’m swerving
i got fire for the wick no matches
smoke for the b-tch no ashes
every verse i speak got passion do it for the streets where the sh-t get ratchet
eyes on me but it ain’t no lacking
no one gave me sh-t i sn-tched it
had to lay each brick and stack it build up my dream hoping this gon happen
n-gga what’s happening i’m with it
if i want that drop i spend it
if you in that block, i’ll spin it (spin it)
if you want that watch, i’m spendin’ (spendin’)
i promise god i’ma changed man if you f-ck around and i’m sendin’ (sendin’)
you a real n-gga on the internet and i’m a real n-gga for a livin’, n-gga, let’s get it
chorus:
ayy, this that corleone, that don sh-t run through me
suited up like a mob boss, i’m top dog, unruly (yeah)
broke n-gga turn rich n-gga now the b-tch n-ggas wanna sue me
show you how to make a fl!ck n-gga how to turn your life to a movie
bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my gucci
put a hit on you weak n-ggas i treat n-ggas like goofies
i been itchin’ to k!ll some i’m piped up with that uzi
i been lookin’ for a real one to get wifed up but i’m choosy

verse 2:
yeah it’s kod i’m king of diamonds my b-tches treat me like royalty
brodie pop out where they soy will be i do dirt and pay lawyer fee
get his head wrapped like a saudi prince red dot his face like it’s oily
my trillas k!lled for this loyalty, you want christmas? hold on, toy with me
soul sublime, coca-cola, i got four hoes, they enjoyin’ me
really cut from a different cloth and this sh-t sewn like embroidery
mama said, “go get a job,” but that cocaine was employin’ me
my whole life was like a nightmare and now my dream girl been annoyin’ me
like, “hunnid round drum, we rockin’,” she want that watch, i’m coppin’
you know i got lots of options, i throw the bird food out, they flockin’
this sh-t is dope, it’s not sabbatical, 40 got kick, it’s not for boxin’
i’m in a batmobile like gotham, b-tch, i’m a wolf, i’m not no possum
aye, thiss that level up, turn a ratchet b-tch into bougie
suit it up like a mob boss, i could turn a wife to a groupie
boot it up in a lamb chop, throw a hundred ball off i’m b00bie
motion picture not a short film, my whole life is a movie
chorus:
ayy, this that corleone, that don sh-t run through me
suited up like a mob boss, i’m top dog, unruly (yeah)
broke n-gga turn rich n-gga now the b-tch n-ggas wanna sue me
show you how to make a fl!ck n-gga how to turn your life to a movie
bow tie and a red rose on the left side of my gucci
put a hit on you weak n-ggas i treat n-ggas like goofies
i been fiendin’ to k!ll somethin’, we smoke sh-t like loosies
i been lookin’ for a real one to get wifed up but i’m choosy

- millyz joyner lucas

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