The GodFather Croweman & the Ape (Ft. Party Pete & Tractor)

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The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather

I'll blow your spot up money shift
Grind never stops, graveyard shift
Dipped out, Brady'd out, moving swift, use the stick
Off my rocka, off a chaka, no memory of how to shift
Can't worry about this money shit
Can't deal with your funny shit
So pass the joint this shit is lit, now pack the Illy and don't be silly
I know I'm not from Philly, but I'm still gonna pop a pilly and hit the Illy
Yo that's the gas (Hell yeah man, smoking the za za)
Nine twenty-seven is where I laid and got paid cause that's were the moneys made
Use to rock the fade, he's cooking in thе lab
Never mind, he's just taking a dab (Just a dab)
I puff thе pax and hit the wax we got no bullshit just the packs
I'm at work writing tracks, oh shit, here's a custy I'll be right back (Be right back)
Party Pete brought the hoes
Now off to Apeman and the Crowes

The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather
The GodFather

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