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lirik lagu bertomac - corleone

[intro]
[trizzy trae]
black corleone

[verse 1: trizzy trae]
i was born into this sh-t, circa 1998
got n-ggas up at the gate prepared to retaliate
got a problem?
let’s resolve it with my sniper to your chest
n-ggas, they stay obsessed with my style, i’m not impressed
i’m the best
i bet you already knew that, so tell your crew that
they can come thru, thomas avenue that
i swear these n-ggas blue, black, knick-knack paddywhack
give the dog a bone, rewrite your raps, here’s some feedback
oh cr-p!
it’s the f-cking ritner soundtrack
and every time the beat drops, you get the hunchback
blackjack, got n-ggas look like sad sacks
murder scene in the steakhouse, outback
my rhymes alone are hardcore, jeffrey dahmer sh-t
i’m on that comma sh-t, sippin’ arnold palmer sh-t
no father figure, real n-gga, i’m on that kinda sh-t
i guess no one warned you n-ggas, i’m a baller, b-tch

[verse 2: b3rt0mac]
call me corleone with the sl1ck back
gonna bring ’97 back with the hashtag
what’s that mean to me when i am supreme
i am a g, i am a king
you can’t stop it now, bow down to the punisher
dream shatterers, sk!lls put to practice
everlasting tactics, i f-ckin’ f-ckin’ had it
hip-hop ain’t a place for silly rabbits

[verse 3: trizzy trae]
oochie wally, wally, oochie bang, bang
n-ggas, they know about me
me and the whole gang
we cruise in lamborghinis
you n-ggas mustang
got your chump change and your dreams in a piggy bank
they call me the trap biggie, trizzy trae on the track
the track is trash without trizzy, everyone else is whack
incomparable lyrical miracle, yes i’m that
anyone wanna object?
cash me ousside, how bow dah?
b-tch, i don’t need a feature, i don’t need future
i am the future
flow so dirty, call it kama sutra
gimme a booster
n-ggas, wake up, c-ck-a-doodle-doo rooster
c-ck it and shoot ya
squad so deep, they call me the ruler
the black corleone
yup, i’m dangerous, i’m made for this
maybe it’s the reason n-ggas hate, i’m high maintenance
my style legitimate
got limits for the ignorance
bow down to the k.o. double h, b-tch i’m infamous

[verse 4: b3rt0mac]
call my name out
better get to running
got the machine gun pumping lead
straight to ya little homie head
ima convict
no need for an accomplice
popping perfect pink p-ssy i demolish
(wow wow)
ya baby momma a
(hoe hoe)
love when she deepthroat
scandalous s-x in a chokehold
mind on my money so i won’t fold
sorry to my hometown homies but my
souls sold

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