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letra de no bonding - the godfather

[intro: drego]
i got rich ties
no doubt, my baby
boy
ffft
(good lookin’, cali)
i ain’t gon’ lie
man

[verse 1: drego]
lil’ b-tch tryna cuff, told the b-tch no bondin’ (huh?)
i’m hittin’ it from the back, godd-mn, i’m on it (mwah)
she said her head good, i’m tryin’ it (i’m tryin’ it)
he said his work good, i’m buyin’ it (i’m buyin’ it)
ayy, they said the greyhound hot, i’m flyin’ it
put the sh-t in the press, it’s solid (it’s solid)
this lil’ b-tch got more class than college (d-mn)
he the type to put a cap on the nick, he colin (boy)
i’m the type to run it up, godd-mn, sh-t pilin’ (beep)
i’m comfortable servin’ out public housin’, n-gga (b-tch)
show a b-tch what you can do in the mountains (ho)
she got paper cuts countin’ money, fussin’ and poutin’ (shut the f-ck up)
oh, you the type of b-tch that never had to work for her thousands (hmm)

[verse 2: the godfather & drego]
you be gettin’ your sh-t took, you allow it (you a b-tch)
you ain’t even got no gun, you a coward (boy)
ran it up, slappin’ out public housing (yeah)
blow this big 7.62’ll take a n-gga hеad off
throw a bag at you, you gon’ catch it like you randy moss
put a tag on you, best beliеve it’s gon’ get you bought
on the e, swervin’ off the drank, f-ck around, got lost
westside terrorist (yeah), hoes say i’m arrogant (b-tch)
n-gga, i be runnin’ through the money, i don’t cherish sh-t (i don’t cherish sh-t)
drum under the k, get to spinnin’ like a ferris wheel (brrah)
n-gga think i’m chillin’ at the crib, i’m on every drill, p-ssy (i’m on every drill)
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands & drego]
you know lil’ bro ain’t got no chill (he ain’t got no chill)
tuh, i know he still smokin’ sh-t even after the deal (yeah)
i know a lot, damar hamlin, collapsed in the field
tuh, he got hit all in the helmet, should’ve had his shield
tuh, still ain’t a trick, i’m the other one (i’m the other one)
the right hand grab the bills, i’ll smack ’em with the other one
i ain’t put the fake pills through dogs, they be smellin’ ’em
i’ll take your ass to ice hill and really get to hailin’ ’em (get to hailin’ ’em)

[verse 4: drego]
boy
you know me, i get to drivin’, flyin’, and mailin’ ’em (b-tch)
lil’ bro just wanna k!ll, he ain’t got no chill (he ain’t got no chill)
i got a freak b-tch, she on every pill (she on every pill)
i’m a&r in the streets, i’m on every deal (i’m on every deal)
have you ever did a drug deal? ain’t talkin’ ’bout pills (boy)
had to hit it two more times, they sayin’ it k!ll (mhm)
it’s kinda crazy how the fake blues’ll get a n-gga paid for real
and all my n-ggas, they ain’t movin’ ‘less you pay to k!ll (unless you pay to k!ll)
you the type to hit the green, oh, you play for real? (oh, you play for real?)
even on a cr-p table, i still play the field (i still play the field)
you ever seen a mil’ in cash? it give you the chills (b-tch)

[verse 5: the godfather & drego]
you ever seen a hundred ‘bows in the vacuum seal? (boy)
i’ma think the pint fake if you don’t crack the seal (if you don’t brack the seal)
shoot his ass in his face, boy, this sh-t for real (man, this sh-t for real)
the judge gave my n-gga neph’ true life, free my n-gga millz
i got the dope lockin’, the four-five rockin’ (baow)
if you ain’t get it straight from the plug, then it’s toxic (then it’s toxic)
hit it once, then hit that b-tch again, why you watchin’? (why you watchin’?)
i caught him in the crowd, they started tweakin’ like a moshpit (huh?)

- the godfather

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