Godfatha Lyrics

I ain't gotta say too much, I'm like the Godfather I be bout ready to lose my shit, let me thank bout my daughter

I can't go out bad, won't get tricked by globetrotters 50 cal, you won't need no damn doctor

I can peep the hate, grew up around some known plotters I know she a groupie, pulled up in some red bottoms

Like she setting trends, nah bitch, you the problem How youn know ya baby daddy

Oh, you just wachamacallem Ight let's , keep it simple

I will taught fundamentals Won't speak on certain issues

Ain't shit incidental, accidental or coincidental Money don't make us, we make the money

That shit non-essential

Big dawg , everything I do, they wanna do what a rip off

Lil' Trent, but they know I go big when I'm pissed off

Might jig when I'm pissed off, double sig when I'm pissed off

Screamin' checkmate, before anything, even pop off

Burners wit switches, you niggas chicken, this hot sauce

I don't want her, she's an knockoff

Very important, was never the one to get marked off

I was the one, they came to, when it was time to pop off

Litter now, nah for real shit different now

Pop a X, dick her down potion motion, different sound

Can't give him no runaround, he hating, shit might bring me down

Won't trust him, can't even sell a pound Can't trust her ,won't even settle down

Shit, I gave you my voice, why you ain't hear me out

I gave you a choice, you took a different route You leave me no choice

I had to figure out, nah, nah, nah, nah You need to move different now

I ain't gotta say too much, I'm like the godfather

I be about ready to lose my shit, let me thank my daughter

I can't go out bad, won't get tricked by globetrotters

50 Cal, you won't need no damn doctor

I can peep the hate, grew up around some known plotters

I know she a groupie, pulled up in some red bottoms

Like she setting trends, nah, bitch, you the problem

How youn know ya baby daddy

Oh, you just wachamacallem