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letra de can't deny it - the godfather

[intro: the godfather]
i don’t even remember the first time
you mean the first time i f-ckin’— (bangthatsh-t)
yeah
n-gga
you know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse 1: the godfather]
really in the streets (yeah), that’s why they mad about it (b-tch)
ain’t ready for this sh-t, need to get your ass up out it (get your ass up out it)
i dropped out of high school, ain’t wanna go to college (nope)
young n-gga, i let all the old-heads give me knowledge (b-tch)
just popped another bean (yup), i’m rollin’ off an oxy (oxy)
scr-pe it ’til the pot clean (pot clean), my n-ggas is top three and not three (not three)
we get money, f-ck hoes, see the cops, flee (flee)
wе fly ’em in and get ’em gonе, they did not see ’em
my n-ggas be slidin’, they duckin’ when them b-ttons hit (bah)
them n-ggas be hidin’ like they put up by the government (these n-ggas rats)
put a fully switch on a glock, sound like some other sh-t
ducked off, couldn’t get up with ass, so my brother spint

[interlude: the godfather]
yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga

[verse 2: the godfather]
been thinkin’ to myself, i’m tryna get some help
them bullets, they’ll burn, them b-tches really melt you
was movin’, so i kept shootin’
want him dead, let’s do it
i pray that i get next to him
teachin’ n-ggas like they students
i can’t take my n-ggas everywhere, them n-ggas stupid
punch a n-gga in his sh-t, leave his ass toothless
n-ggas mad ’bout what i did, sh-t, i had to do it
just know you leavin’ in a bag if we get into it
[interlude: bandgang biggs]
if we get into it
(come on now)
we puttin’ n-ggas in a body bag, let’s get it, ayy

[verse 3: bandgang biggs]
these n-ggas mickey mouse, rattin’ on the whole f-ckin’ gang (they rats)
out in public, rockin’ shows, i ain’t gotta tuck my chains (at all)
hit mickey in his head with this glock 17 (come on now)
i’ma leave that n-gga dead ’cause he ratted on the team
catch him comin’ out the courthouse (yop), trail him to the crib (yeah)
i don’t wanna f-ck your b-tch no more, her p-ssy smell like fish (d-mn)
i don’t wanna f-ck your b-tch no more, i did it to her lips
sent that b-tch to martin city, made her pick me up some ritz (go get that)
made so much money off rap, i said f-ck school (f-ck school)
made so much money off music, we said f-ck college (f-ck college)
mama told me, “son, get a job, can’t be out here wildin'” (can’t be out here wildin’)
but it’s too late for that, ’cause, mama, i’m a f-ckin’ problem (i’m a f-ckin’ problem)
louis ‘fit, rollie watch, your b-tch see me drippin’
now she droolin’, catch you snoozin’, she gon’ blow me kisses
f-ck her fast like the suzuki, like we on a mission (woo)
dada winning, b-tch, they losin’, better know the difference

- the godfather

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