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Tony Soprano Video (MV)




Performed By: sambxni
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Samuel Hebert




sambxni - Tony Soprano Lyrics
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Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
Where the real outlasts the fake
A real test of your faith
Make your own fate, make your own plate
Remember, love yourself at the end of the day
Love the player, hate the game
An evil picture is easy to paint
Don't mistake, let it circulate
You can't spend it in the grave
Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
Got a Russian side bitch who strips and wants more than just some dick
But I gotta admit
Nothing goes harder than standing in the robe in front of the fridge
Eating gabagool
Get a call on the phone
From a friend who whacked a fool
Impulsively, out of control
Now you gotta clean it up, cause that's what bosses do
Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
No cake, no fakes, got a full plate
See this bread, it's homemade
Go so hard till I can donate a lump sum and locate a fine cigar
To enjoy on the boat, in a big lake
Richy jumped in, made a big wave
Swim till we get paid, and that's okay
Forgive, before you can be forgiven
Do it on my own, not to say I did it
I trust my gut, like a food critic
Write a report based on the history
Slowly switch it to mystery
Of the future within me
Deeper than hundreds and fifties
Or the parties I'm skipping
To kick it at the crib, make music, and spend time with the missus
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Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
Where the real outlasts the fake
A real test of your faith
Make your own fate, make your own plate
Remember, love yourself at the end of the day
Love the player, hate the game
An evil picture is easy to paint
Don't mistake, let it circulate
You can't spend it in the grave
Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
Got a Russian side bitch who strips and wants more than just some dick
But I gotta admit
Nothing goes harder than standing in the robe in front of the fridge
Eating gabagool
Get a call on the phone
From a friend who whacked a fool
Impulsively, out of control
Now you gotta clean it up, cause that's what bosses do
Rest easy, James Gandolfini
Call me a boss like T
T as in Tony Soprano
With plenty of ammo to weed out the snakes
The ones with two faces
Moving like you wear Velcro and laces
Let me show you what the pace is
Just remember, this is no race
So at the end of the road, there is no cake
No cake, no fakes, got a full plate
See this bread, it's homemade
Go so hard till I can donate a lump sum and locate a fine cigar
To enjoy on the boat, in a big lake
Richy jumped in, made a big wave
Swim till we get paid, and that's okay
Forgive, before you can be forgiven
Do it on my own, not to say I did it
I trust my gut, like a food critic
Write a report based on the history
Slowly switch it to mystery
Of the future within me
Deeper than hundreds and fifties
Or the parties I'm skipping
To kick it at the crib, make music, and spend time with the missus
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Writer: Samuel Hebert
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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