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letra de steve nash - the godfather

[intro]
(mia jay c)
yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga

[verse 1]
say it’s money on my head, i’m a walking target (still alive)
i’m in la with them b’s, but not with cardi (not with cardi)
twenty shots from the glock, see the pistol sparkin’
what i want is what i want, man, don’t try to bargain (h-ll nah)
real stepper, you respect me when you see me
like a wish to the chop, you disappear like a genie
pour an eight, i’ma sip it with my n-ggas, i ain’t greedy (yeah)
have a b-tch come and pick the bag up, then she leave me (she out of here)
mas still got a pill run down by cleveland
this glock got a switch, hit the b-tton, get to tweakin’
i’m ridin’ with my splash brothers, shoot you out your defense
you n-ggas can’t keep up with us, you don’t peep this
hold twenty bows, sold another twenty, i ain’t reach it
had to cut my ho off ’cause i just found out she was leechin’
back in high school, i had enough money to f-ck a teacher
sellin’ weed, i was tellin’ n-ggas meet me by the bleachers (yeah)
life wild, ain’t gon’ cap or sit up here and lie to you (nope)
don’t ask me where your brother at, i put him in a box
[?] can put this sh-t on paid, before i die, i’ma go out shootin’
bronx baby, this sh-t in my blood, i grew up with shooters (yup)
know what the f-ck goin’ on when we step out
left 50 at the crib and said f-ck it, burn the rest out
my n-gga told me, “you be really steppin’, you the best now”
you better play this situation right before you left out
i just want all of the money, i don’t want clout
i’m chillin’ in the hood smokin’ opps, me and blow loud
if you don’t know that we the ones that did it, now you know now
you hit him in the head and once he fall, then you blow down
we be turnin’ n-ggas’ blocks into a ghost town
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no phone when i hit the 4-o-pound (a glock 40)
you ain’t welcome on the strap, better go ’round (better go around)
these n-ggas think they safe ’cause they hidin’, we gon’ go find ’em (be on they ass)
fell asleep and woke up in the bay, had to switch the timing
fifty racks to get a n-gga k!lled, where i gotta sign it?
vs1s in everybody chain, come and test our diamonds
in the sea lookin’ for a shark like i am a pirate
[interlude]
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga (yeah)
forever paid, n-gga
r.i.p all the guys

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m back, what you thought, this sh-t was over?
one up top in the glock, amiri jeans not a holster
b-tches mad that my b-tch just got a bag and i post her
tell yae to bring a hundred out the stash for the culture, n-gga

[outro]
’cause we forever paid, n-gga
yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
r.i.p all the guys

- the godfather

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