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letra de miyake - caponeti

[chorus: caponeti]
please don’t come over here with the same sh-t cuz im bored
she look too good in the prada i bought her
im tryna get you and your friend cuz that ass on you built like a porsche
tell the truth you n-ggas leaching off me like the horde
keep it real you don’t want war
you don’t wanna die you don’t wanna bleed
if he wanna try he could meet them thieves
steal his f-cking soul bleed it in the streets
he just wanna type he don’t wanna meet
but im not the type you gone pay the fee
stab me in my back arrow to the knee
gotta watch my back n-ggas tryna keep me down

[verse: caponeti]
raw cone full of that dopa
these b-tches weird like doja
xd rearrange yo whole guts
walk in this b-tch like im sho’nuff
hoes wanna stare they know us
in the whip doing donuts
hit the gram when we show up
i might just cop in advance
find em in pilot they biting the leg
i don’t wanna slime that man
why would he try to come slide?
he dead d-mn
tryna survive my friend
why don’t you try with just using your head yeah
trust, n-ggas run from it
my main n-ggas tumble it
oh that was your b-tch my fault gang im done with it
can’t f-ck with f-ck n-ggas cuz they don’t go no common sense
can’t n0body f-ck with ya dawg told her im the bomb lil b-tch
i got many percs inside my system
if he want some static many bullets finna get him
crash dummies yeah you finna risk them
my n-gga gone turn into a savage for the mission
[verse: reef]
in the wood its a misdemeanor
riding round inna rafe with 9 mm
whats her name, anyway want get in between ha
i been scratching my neck ion rly need it
from the front to the back, one too many tweaker
spent his check on a godd-mn kidney treater
sold his soul for a teener
i still ain hit trina
polluted my aquafina
my pockets d-mn near on obama
couldn’t ride for a thot you could keep her
in a srt can’t keep up
plug got da za inna gym hitting knee ups
ball bruddas or sum when i throw a three up
on dave im screaming until they go free ya
hopin they free us
they in line for a feat like a kiosk
took my day one brother bo$$keyyachts
smooth onnat beat like its b-tter
my brother be viva la vida
he bent over backwards bouta treesha
capo just hit my phone i was on patron
tryna get my breesh up
breesh up
preesh
preciate ya
huh, huh, huh?
[chorus: caponeti]
please don’t come over here with the same sh-t cuz im bored
she look too good in the prada i bought her
im tryna get you and your friend cuz that ass on you built like a porsche
tell the truth you n-ggas leaching off me like the horde
keep it real you don’t want war
you don’t wanna die you don’t wanna bleed
if he wanna try he could meet them thieves
steal his f-cking soul bleed it in the streets
he just wanna type he don’t wanna meet
but im not the type you gone pay the fee
stab me in my back arrow to the knee
gotta watch my back n-ggas tryna keep me down

- caponeti

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