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letra de no kap - 1300saint

[intro]
pushing more peter (ta)
what he said (aha)
completer, (ha ha) sweeter lil b-tch (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
yea, yea, yea
say what yea what yea lil b-tch slatt slatt slatt slatt ysl

[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr-p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh-t a f-ck n-gga ever could tell me i’m up

[verse 1]
got some more digits i’m up yea yea
i slap that hoe on her b-tt, b-tch i’m tryna fill that sh-t up yea yea
money inside this bag just hopped out a bentley truck yea yеa
i’m nun’ like yo last n-gga don’t try to mix me up yea yеa
i’m popping these ma-f-ckin tags i’m popping this sh-t yea
my new b-tch built her body and sh-t yea yea yea yea yea
i’m blowing these racks like a hobby lil b-tch yea yea yea yea yea yea
my lil n-gga be wylin’ put a bag on top yo head yea yea
[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr-p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh-t a f-ck n-gga ever could tell me i’m up

[verse 2: nine vicious]
edges laid by that n-gga b-tch (say what)
two hoes bouncing on the d-ck (lets go)
in j-pan with some fine sh-t (no cap)
i got pints sippin’ on this tris
cough syrup i ain’t ‘een sick
out the way n-gga out the mix
new rock steppin’ on this sh-t (lets go)
got boots i’m steppin’ on that b-tch
[pony tail?], rick on shoe (no cap)
she wanna’ f-ck i’m like ouu (d-mn)
i send them shots at yo crew (say what)
ion’ give a f-ck ’bout that p-ssy ass dude (b-tch)
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof (roof)
i ain’t talking ’bout ludacris but when i see her i tell that b-tch move
thirty-one days lil b-tch tryna get slayed (tryna get slayed)
she know i won’t play, she tryna’ come f-ck wit’ lil trey (yea f-ck on lil trey)
hair just slayed but no a young n-gga ain’t g-y (say what)
shoot his face, i’m cutting that boy out like i’m [mad?] (boo)
[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr-p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh-t a f-ck n-gga ever could tell me i’m up

[verse 3 1300saint & nine vicious]
got some more digits i’m up (yea yea)
i slap that hoe on her b-tt, b-tch i’m tryna fill that sh-t up (yea yea)
money inside this bag just hopped out a bentley truck (yea yea)
i’m nun’ like yo last n-gga don’t try to mix me up (yea yea)
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof
[pony tail?], rick on shoe
she wanna’ f-ck i’m like ouu
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof
[pony tail?], rick on shoe
she wanna’ f-ck i’m like ouu

[outro]
say what, say what, say what, say what, say what

- 1300saint

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