Farid Bang – GODFATHER Lyrics English Translation

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GODFATHER Lyrics English Translation by Farid Bang

Wear the crown like Solomon, pull up in your neighborhood in a Lambo
In my mouth, a Marlboro, my gun beneath the belt like Han Solo
Hallelujah, living Morocco, messing with Alligatoah and Carlo CRO
Conor McGregor, I’m the counterpart, my chain heavier than the Ballon d’Or
Making purple stacks like Illuminati millionaires, my current villa costs six mil
The mighty bodybuilder on steroids, I’m elbowing low now
Nine-millimeter gun, killing your crew, messing your mom in a sex video
All your bodyguards are wannabe criminals, I grab the butterfly, sting them dead (Oh)
Where it began (Yes), yeah, it’s where it ends (Yes)
Ringing the high-rise doorbell (Yes), fighting till death (Hah)
T-low, I’m dissing you, though I don’t know your verses
Your chain is so thin, I use it as a shoelace

ASPHALT MASSACRE 4, this year I’m tearing everything down, oh
None of those who are gone today were a big loss, oh
To get famous, your idols sucked explicit, oh
The difference is this time the knife will be used from the cover, ah, yeah

I’m Godfather (Ey), Tony Montana (Ah)
I come from the street like a drunk driver (I’m back)
Older, more ruthless, more brutal
Yesterday, Hoodfather, today, Godfather

Why do you go to the police? Why don’t you come straight to me?
What should I do?
Ah

Rip nine kilograms of coke and then explicit your Habibo clan (Ah)
Because you call the cops, you’re explicit like Nico Santos
Everyone says they’re a G (G), but I know they’re all losers
Rappers, they don’t want beef (Beef) like a militant vegan
Kill all my enemies, pull out my piece, and confiscate your chain
Illegal money, we’re multimillionaires and robbing your crew of banknotes
I decide, you both choose, always showing presence against the cops
Send the boys to tag you, but they have dementia in court
Paris, Marbella (Ey), Madrid, Las Vegas
You’re a Submariner wearer like a welfare recipient
Not talking about swimming, but I take baths with Shakira
And I’m not a ball, but between Alisha Lehmann’s legs

ASPHALT MASSACRE 4, this year I’m tearing everything down, oh
None of those who are gone today were a big loss, oh
To get famous, your idols sucked explicit, oh
The difference is this time the knife will be used from the cover, ah, yeah

I’m Godfather (Ey), Tony Montana (Ah)
I come from the street like a drunk driver (I’m back)
Older, more ruthless, more brutal
Yesterday, Hoodfather, today, Godfather

Damn, I didn’t diss Shindy on this song, did I? Hm
Well, Shindy, you little explicit, hehehehe

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