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Correct Godfather 4 Lyrics
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[Intro: Curren$y] (Fatality Fatality) Drive-In Theatre [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, before the curtain drum, we was gettin' it on Til day turn dark and dusk becomes dawn Wipin' my cars off, puttin' my jewels on My pinkie ring show and prove who's the true Don We makin' moves that make the news, they tryin' to make Movies about it, but we ain't even stop yet This hustle still in progress due to do process Coupes like jets, fly through sets Bulgin' pockets on my sweats from collectin' side bets Nigga I rap like I can't drive, ho, so buckle yo belts Technology stealth, quality reputation intact Cause I kept it so true with myself and the streets never fronted Everything one hunnit A couple haters hatin' but fuck it you gotta love it Make sure all the bases covered, every slice of bread buttered Keep the safe flooded, easy bake oven, cakes comin' Pretty bitch you know what's up but won't say nothin' Keep the boat afloat Loose lips, get your feet tied to the bricks, facetime with the fish This is Godfather four Shit sick like swine flu, so through Runny eyes, bloody nose, coat loads tossed from the boat Frog man bring it in, operation battle toe Code name, cold game, cold train in my Ghost Let me roll [Hook:] Godfather four, Godfather four Godfather four, Godfather four Ceilin' solid gold, Italian marble floors Godfather four, Godfather four Godfather four, Godfather four Godfather four, Godfather four The topic major dough behind closed doors Suckas will never know, Godfather four [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yeah, it's me Two tons of copper wire from construction sites A rack of minks Pure gold Iraqi links Angled in my taco meat I bought my son's team soccer cleats Elevated visions from the chopper seat Rims spin just like spaghetti on the pasta fork Billy Crystal kissed my cheek before the Oscars He said "it was my pleasure" I said "don't touch my leather" Then I hopped a flight to Denver Later that night they takin' pictures from the van outside the carnival See me doin' business with the manager of Arsenal The goalie's fingers in the box with the cannolis It's Christmas time, I bought the Kobes for the little homies Pictures with the jockey in the winners circle Triple crown on, all brown on Suddenly my frown's gone, Dog Pound Don Quarter-pounder with no sound on Cleaner than Calgon, ah man Godfather four, godfather four Johnny gotta go, Johnny gotta go Fly Larry in at two And then he's gone by four Cause Johnny's gotta go It's Godfather Four
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