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letra de al capone - bright (heartkartel)

yea yea yea)
(chorus)
outside of this sh-t, i’m flippin’ packs i feel like al capone
brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score
locked in like a b-tch, you been on d-ck, he just my f-ckin kid
shooter gotta lazy eye, that boy built like f-ckin sid (sid the sloth)
boy you just my child, you jack my flow, you jack my swag
f-cked your h-e, i’m going dumb, went and bought her birkin bag
shoutout bro, makin’ bands ha, we been in the trap
i blow it up, like walter white, we ain’t talkin’ breakin bad

(spents verse)
big a-s strap likе al capone
tame a b-tch like minеcraft bone
run up in your f-ckin- home (on god)
yea, i’m thinking with the k
brodie keep on playing with me we gon’ up sh-t in his face
(bright and spents)
i up the fye, dump the mag, b-tch i like to spray
h-h-hop out while it’s bright we doin sh-t right in broad day
sh-t i know that i’m the kid, i done paved the f-ckin way
g-got your b-tch she in my trackhawk and she trying to give me face

(chorus)
outside of this sh-t, i’m flippin’ packs i feel like al capone
brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score
(freemason verse)
b-tch best believe i’m touching provolone
me and my boys on that block, yea that’s the wave i’m on
if i call my gang, they up that glock cause they be moving wrong
if i walk around i’m with that knock no i don’t move alone (b-tch!)
dunk that b-tch from 10 feet out i feel like karl malone (oh let’s go!)
on that block i air it out, i spray like new cologne (soray it out!)
yea! up in france i’m up in pavyllon (f-ck they talking about !)
yea, i slide dolo walk this path alone (slide dolo!)
black out maybach
on my way back
b-tch don’t say that
i get up in my bag
b-tch i really count cash (say what!)
b-tch i really tote gat (say what!)
b-tch i really smoke gas (say what!)
b-tch i’m first and you last (say what!)

(chorus)
outside of this sh-t, i’m flippin’ packs i feel like al capone
brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

- bright heartkartel

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