letra de you don't know - the godfather & bandgang lonnie bands
[intro: the godfather]
let me hit that ball one time
yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
[chorus: the godfather]
run up, get to poppin’ sh-t, n-ggas know who droppin’ sh-t
robbed the plug, he thought that sh-t was good, we gave him counterfeit
if you know me like you say you do, then what glock this is?
creepin’ through your hood mask on, you know what time it is
eenie-meenie-miney mo, catch a tiger by his toe
if he holler, let it blow, then that’s when you let it go
my n-gga stuck on level four, this act’, you gotta sip it slow
four thousand if you wanna pour, sh-t, i had to let you know
[verse 1: the godfather]
i see pops hittin’ the brick, i had to get some dope
new glocks fresh out the box, we put two switches on ’em
i stay in a face mask like i got corona
ten milli’ slam on a n-gga like demar derozan
twentty, thirty, fortyfifty, sixty, amke her count it up
got your b-tch bent over the bed, her ass mounted up
don’t make me pull this fully out, your ass out of luck
in the streets, you better watch your back, don’t know who to trust
yeah, that sh-t a bad situation
catch a n-gga on i don’t like and put his ass in the bas-m-nt
heard a n-gga checked out on that last demonstration
all that sh-t i did for you, should be the last n-gga hatin’
[chorus: the godfather]
run up, get to poppin’ sh-t, n-ggas know who droppin’ sh-t
robbed the plug, he thought that sh-t was good, we gave him counterfeit
if you know me like you say you do, then what glock this is?
creepin’ through your hood mask on, you know what time it is
eenie-meenie-miney mo, catch a tiger by his toe
if he holler, let it blow, then that’s when you let it go
my n-gga stuck on level four, this act’, you gotta sip it slow
four thousand if you wanna pour, sh-t, i had to let you know
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
the work came blind like it’s maryland
you wanna get rich quick, get some heroin
i done pushed more needles than maryland
put a couple prostitutes at the sheraton
f-ck a famous b-tch in two, ain’t got to sharin’ ’em
it’s hard as h-ll to feel these shoes, ain’t no wearin’ ’em
finger f-ckin’ all these blues, i’m finna marry ’em
leak an opp opp [?] miscarriaged ’em, huh
lil’ bro assassinatin’ characters, huh
still thuggin’ on the west with my terrorists, huh
took this sh-t from mark twain to paris
these n-ggas wanna be the gang, they generic
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