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letra de worst b4 better - the godfather

[intro: bandgang masoe]
before it get better, bro, it’s gon’ get worse
gon’ keep it real ’til i leave—

[verse 1: bandgang masoe & bandgang lonnie bands]
before it get better, bro, it’s gon’ get worse
gon’ keep it real ’til i leave this earth
got more hoes than you got shirts
f-ck 12, tell ’em free murf
puttin’ pills up b-tches’ skirts
i know the truth hurts
out early, n-gga, it’s the first
tryna scr-pe up every dollar that i can and go buy some work
i can’t sleep, n-gga, my mama still goin’ to work
gotta get rich, she love payin’ tithes to the church (huh)

[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands & the godfather]
blew a half a mil’ twice and almost won a third
i only hit that b-tch twice, just like i did the bird
lil’ cuddy no onе take your life for misusing your verbs
last yеar, i dropped a hundred pints, i’m still slurring my words
keep a dirty sig on me, i light it, you get on my nerves
just work without the leg on it, my baby, that’s uncut garb
they gon’ keep on with dissin’, we gon’ keep parkin’ sh-t on the curb
them police-ass n-ggas made of fifteen passengers (hey)
[verse 3: the godfather]
you ever wake up to cold sweats?
all this street sh-t that i did, i had no regrets
f-ck the opps, sh-t, the feds be our only threats
lift the hundred on the chopper like i’m doin’ reps
comin’ bustdown rollie next, treat the hoes with no respect
bullets hit his ass in his head, exit through his neck
bronx baby, chillin’ in the ‘vette, feel like i’m rich as sweats
i’ve been runnin’ up this money, still ain’t broke a sweat

[verse 4: bandgang masoe & the godfather]
and i ain’t gon’ break one, n-gga got chopper for the dumb n-ggas
ain’t takin’ sh-t from mas, we do all the takin’ from n-ggas
had your b-tch suckin’ on my d-ck like her thumb, n-gga
my b-tch won’t even let you sniff her panties (yeah), bum-ass n-gga

[verse 5: the godfather]
put a switchie on the glock so it could blow lil’ quicker
he dead, that’s why they ain’t postin’ old-ass pictures
i’m from 6 mile, bronx, we don’t call it mack nickels
same b-tch said i was broke couldn’t show me a nickel

[verse 6: bandgang lonnie bands]
same broke b-tch that come, rub two pennies together
i knock two ho b-tches, now they both livin’ together
i’m in a ‘vette with two b-tches like i’m tony [?]
[verse 7: the godfather]
you know you can’t stop the rain, put hoes inside your umbrella
perfect aim, think i should get me a medal
i want gia certified inside of the bezel
dig his brother up, then after that, go bury the shovel
i know he dead ’cause he had his foot stuck on the pedal, we gone
two glocks, you know we sendin’ ’em home
heard you goin’ to the feds, just don’t run into stone
i don’t need n0body with me, i’ll do it alone
before it get better, it get worse, you know how it go, p-ssy

- the godfather

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