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letra de james harden - the godfather

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
we gon’ send some shots first, get it started
step back and hit his ass with 13, james harden
i been off the porch since back when they was wearin’ ed hardy
hit the gas on the ‘cat, this b-tch soundin’ like it’s fartin’ (i got exotic pack)
you got motion, let me know, i’m tryna get you to a million
we done threw so many ones, this sh-t get stuck into the ceiling
i can be out of town chilling, they gon’ blame me for the k!lling
i be pouring all this lean, but it don’t help me with the healing

[verse]
this perc-10 got me throwin’ up
in the bronx, donе stopped to get some ‘woods and a doublе cup
message from your b-tch sayin’, “boom, i just wanna f-ck”
slidin’ with the general, you know the switches in the cut
b-tch, we in the major league, we playin’ hardball
disrespect, we put you underneath like a groundhog
the n-gga died off one shot, we let a round off
unc’ risk it, buy the whole city, what your town cost?
if you live by the gun, you gon’ die ’bout it
boy, this dog so strong, came rock solid
don’t make me k!ll your dumb ass, i’m just bein’ honest
i came out with all blues, it look like sonic
we got hoes, ‘bows, dope, what you need?
we got glocks, chops, switches with the beam
k!ll they whole starting five, that’s how you get rid of the team
make the pop come alive soon as we mix it with the lean
my old b-tch mad as h-ll, she ain’t seen better
i know he turned into a rat soon as he seen cheddar
thirty pointers in the watch, this a mean bezel
i ain’t wanna hit the dope, i let the fiend press ’em
murder gang, droppin’ sh-t soon as they wake up
head shot, leg shot, chest shot, the k jump
i know a n-gga who only catch bodies, never say much
it’s disrepectful askin’ do i got it and it stay tucked
[chorus]
we gon’ send some shots first, get it started
step back and hit his ass with 13, james harden
i been off the porch since back when they was wearin’ ed hardy
hit the gas on the ‘cat, this b-tch soundin’ like it’s fartin’
you got motion, let me know, i’m tryna get you to a million
we done threw so many ones, this sh-t get stuck into the ceiling
i can be out of town chilling, they gon’ blame me for the k!lling
i be pouring all this lean, but it don’t help me with the healing

- the godfather

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