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letra de goodfellas - risktakerleek

[intro]
sh-t, all we know is trappin’ and steppin’ (i’m tryna step)
(what’s up, quik?)
how the f-ck you gon’ blame me? (how the f-ck you gon’ blame me?)
sh-t, that’s how we know (sh-t, that’s how we know)
what the f-ck? (what the f-ck?)
okay (okay)
dinner dates, a rack or better

[chorus]
ayy, dinner dates, a rack or better
n-gga, what you know ’bout cheddar?
and all my n-ggas move just like the mob
n-gga, we the goodfellas
and if you know the b-tch ain’t playing her part, why you treating the ho special?
smoking ‘za, i call that sh-t dead opps, it’s from top of the shelf (okay)
ain’t no rules up in this game
n-gga, we ain’t got no ref’
i came a long way from catching plays just like i’m travis kelz
knock, knock, what you need? (knock, knock)
you get it long as money left
told him not to crash up on that lane, he on his ass like underwear

[verse]
‘lotta dope servin’
buick’s getting swervin’ (trap, trap)
srt the striker, we catch you, we get the purgin’ (vroom, vroom)
pop my sh-t up on the ho, but cougars make me nervous (what the f-ck?)
hop out the whip fresh as h-ll, clean as f-ck like detergent (yeah)
they told him not to slip in that field, but he went jersey (know sh-t)
i been running sh-t, so i can quit just like i’m tiger lee
i serve yo’ ass anytime, ain’t no such thing as coming early
got that ball and sh-t from my granddaddy (ayy, ayy), he was james worley
don’t go out sad ’bout the b-tch, boy, you don’t wanna lose your life (no)
great, i’m tony tiger in the field, b-tch, i been earn my stripes (great)
i just called the opps dikes, ’cause they gamble with they life (grrah)
n-gga tweaking on the ‘net (grrah, grrah) and he ain’t even got no pipe (grrah)
couple n-ggas tweaking, got a lot of pipes that ain’t gon’ shoot (what the f-ck?)
that lil’ b-tch will tweak it, f-cked her in the trap and gave her boots (ayy, okay)
too quick to come step on you, sh-t, i should call them boots
get them boys to step on you, they might try to do me like boots
[chorus]
ayy, dinner dates, a rack or better
n-gga, what you know ’bout cheddar?
and all my n-ggas move just like the mob
n-gga, we the goodfellas
and if you know the b-tch ain’t playing her part, why you treating the ho special? (okay)
smoking ‘za, i call that sh-t dead opps, it’s from top of the shelf (what the f-ck? okay)
ain’t no rules up in this game
n-gga, we ain’t got no ref’
i came a long way from catching plays just like i’m travis kelz
knock, knock, what you need? (trap, trap)
you get it long as money left
told him not to crash up on that lane, he on his ass like underwear

[outro]
n-gga, okay

- risktakerleek

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