Good Fellas

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Namdi

Namdi is a musical artist known for his genre-blending sound that combines elements of indie rock, hip-hop, punk, and funk. Through his unique and energetic style, he explores various themes including identity, relationships, and societal issues. Namdi's music is characterized by catchy melodies, clever wordplay, and a high-energy performance style that captivates audiences. His eclectic approach to music has earned him a dedicated fanbase and critical acclaim within the independent music scene. more »

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Not the same
Had to change
Charge it to the game
F*ck the fame
We want paper put that on everything
Block hot
Trap hot
F*ck it rock a chain
Car full of felonies you know one of them is that bang
Be about it say he want that smoke well than he finally got it
I had shwaty on her back that pussy going in and out it
Say I want that bread went and got some dope
Better watch your step when you stepping that street get slicker then soap
Steppers
I run with the mob like the goodfellas
Weapons
All around me turn yo dog to pallbearers
Lessons
We giving lessons to niggas without no question
I rise that weapon he rise his hand like a question
Dog trying to pop a nigga
Cock the pistol drop the window
Get my issues serving issues
We won't miss you they gone miss you
Sliding with some shit that get me locked up in the penitentiary
Sliding with some shit that turn your block into a bunch of memories
Sliding with some shit that make a jug think I work for dispensary
Partner did some shit that make the streets want to call him wayne perry
I ain't got no worries all my opps pussy and scary
Steppers
I run with the mob like the goodfellas
Weapons
All around me turn yo dog to pallbearers
Lessons
We giving lessons to niggas without no question
I rise that weapon he rise his hand like a question
Trap house beating never stopping I serve whoever whenever
And my jugs always be calling them calling caused me to balling
Shwaty said she want some molly don't want them percs in her body
So I went and got some molly turned the whole damn house to follies
I upgraded her life she was drinking maddog
Had to blast off
The street pick out the weak you get no pass dog
RIP my past dogs
They wanted food my partner serving dog
Block be hot ain't cook it serve it raw
F*ck that jug I crushed up tylenol
That weed ain't shit but I still got it off
My partner poured a four he nodding off
Always in the mix but you lost in the sauce
Cuzzo got the methods you could buy the sauce
F*ck around and slime him get paid run it off
You got to take a lost to be the boss
Steppers
I run with the mob like the goodfellas
Weapons
All around me turn yo dog to pallbearers
Lessons
We giving lessons to niggas without no question
I rise that weapon he rise his hand like a question
Steppers
I run with the mob like the goodfellas
Weapons
All around me turn yo dog to pallbearers
Lessons
We giving lessons to niggas without no question
I rise that weapon he rise his hand like a question

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