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letra de caught a vibe - 1cquan

[intro: koujas]
(what do you desire?)
hey (yeah, yeah now you rockin’ wit’ rada)
(yeah)

[verse 1: koujas]
first we caught a vibe, in the backseat wit’ my tool
he play wit’ trapp and he on the news
and he wanna hang, best go get a noose
i’m off the percocet throwin’ up
we hop in the whip and we go dumb
freak b-tch, xan up on her tongue
i got his lil’ b-tch too sprung
i pull the racks out, his b-tch, she gon’ pass out
she done got her ass out, walk in and i cash out
wrappin’ the wood like a muhf-ckin’ mummy
he try to play us, he a dummy
she took a rp like a junkie
the trap open and it’s jumpin’
she gettin’ mad ’cause i’m textin’ these b-tches
and she wanna link, don’t take no picture
i know i’m slowly k!llin’ my liver
they tryna be me but they can’t be as sliver
i got his ho tryna give me some throat
she suckin’ that d-ck and she wet like a pro
she hop on that d-ck and she ride it real slow
my pockets, they fat, they green like some mold
b-tch, i’m the goat on my own
my b-tch too grown, got this sh-t on her own
in that trackhawk wit’ my b-tch
i’m just thuggin’ out wit’ six
how many hoes, sh-t ’bout six
we got drugs, we got scripts
he got racks, but they printed
we on ten, we stay ’bout business
’cause i’m the sh-t, wake up i count my racks
then i go back to sleep, fat ass knot in my jeans
b-tch i don’t rock mcqueen, b-tch i rock alyx
like b-tch i’m way too geeked, walk in this b-tch too clean
i’m in her mouth like some colgate
she wanna f-ck one time i skate
this b-tch better know her place
too many b-tches i can’t go chase
hit my line if you bank at chase
he play wit’ us and he get erased
i’m too rich just look at my paystub
they say i’m the goat but i know ’cause i been one
[verse 2: 1cquan]
i got racks up in my denim
i don’t talk to her, we been done
i’m tryna get to these funds
f-ck that ho, she ain’t nun’
hit twelve k [?]
we was just doin’ it for fun
that boy wanna be like me
(yeah, now you rockin’ wit’ rada)
uh, call that boy my son
call that boy my kid, huh
the sh-t you doin’, boy, we already did
how you ‘posed to be gang?
they did you bad, you never slid
i’m wit’ kouj, he spent a band on louis v
huh, if you play wit’ six, you might end up on tv
maison margeila my fragrance, why they hatin’?
uh, i just met this b-tch, but she wanna have my baby
i don’t do no datin’, uh, i just want the paper
maybe i’ll get married later, maybe i’ll fall in love
i’m just playin’, huh, plus that sh-t a dub
i really grinded for this sh-t boy, ain’t no d-mn luck
me and gang in the bnb, uh, know we goin’ up
they might do the same thing but they not f-ckin’ wit’ us
she might tell me that she love me but, i could never trust
don’t come through that back door, twin might glrrr, he might bust
twin might glrrr, he might bust, yeah
ain’t no goin’ back and forth
live by the sword you die by the sword, yeah
gon’ die by the, die by the sword
[outro]
(yeah, now you rockin’ wit’ rada)

- 1cquan

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