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letra de rap cap - cobo75

[intro]
brr, bah (you know we in that car)
ttd

[chorus]
ridin’ all five percents, stay under them tints, you know we in that car (you know that)
flame up opps and got some fame, not your typical shootin’ star (bah)
my arp, it shoot through cars
put him to sleep like he new to bars
treat the opps’ block like it’s ours
hop out that hot car, hear that “fah” (fah, fah, fah)
never was deep, always blew them heats, that made us hard to beat
over east they know ’bout ttd, we put n-ggas right to sleep (bodies, bodies, bodies)
i’m a wolf, these n-ggas sheep
stick to the books, let’s keep it neat
internal b-ttons stuck on repeat (brr, brr)
i’ll starve before my n-ggas don’t eat

[verse]
on them missions, leave your phones, just bring mask and gloves
heart ain’t the same as it was, i been barely feelin’ love
lost my brothers, no more tears
let’s go hit they block with drums (spin, spin, spin)
see my rappy disappear, that sh-t still got me numb (rappy)
i know i’m one of the ones can put my hood on my back and the map (for real)
soon as i see them racks, first thing i buy, more traps, drugs and gats
i’ma come back to that table like i’m von and that’s a fact (spin, spin)
crates of glocks, b-ttons attached
one of the [?] if you don’t live what you rap
these n-ggas just rap cap (rap cap)
doin’ eights and 357s since we was eleven, this sh-t light now (light now)
they say i don’t miss on a song, i’m ’bout to get on, just put that pipe down (what?)
pop out cuts, i got addicted like this sh-t a drug
my lil’ bros, they get to bl!ckin’
i’m like, “d-mn, i’m raisin’ bugs” (bah, bah)
never judge ’em for they ways, i was just the same age
body filled with rage, same story, same page
i already told you what we facin’
my opps get shot and make a statement
chase him down like we’re his baker
on his bumper like we racin’ (come here)
if you lack, become a patient (bah)
watch my back, these n-ggas fakin’
n-ggas be new, pop right out the blue
call they ass created players (created)
[chorus]
ridin’ all five percents, stay under them tints, you know we in that car (you know that)
flame up opps and got some fame, not your typical shootin’ star (bah)
my arp, it shoot through cars
put him to sleep like he new to bars
treat the opps’ block like it’s ours
hop out that hot car, hear that “fah” (fah, fah, fah)
never was deep, always blew them heats, that made us hard to beat
over east they know ’bout ttd, we put n-ggas right to sleep (bodies, bodies, bodies)
i’m a wolf, these n-ggas sheep
stick to the books, let’s keep it neat
internal b-ttons stuck on repeat (brr, brr)
i’ll starve before my n-ggas don’t eat

- cobo75

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