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letra de cap flow (original version) - doowop (gbe)

lyrics from snippet

[intro: lil uzi vert]
uh

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
gucci ghost, she fill my ghost, i’ma get that mula (grra)
wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter (doowop)
i was in the ‘raq off flats, just watch the way that i [?] up (straight rap, no cap)
glod up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh (gang)
put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola ([?])
now i’m gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like who ya? ([?])
no, you ain’t really with the sh-ts, i could just see right through ya (broke boy)
no, no, you can’t hang with the gang, weenie hut junior (broke boy)
yes, i’ma boss, i’ma floss, sing to her, vandross, i feel like luther ([?])
get in the club with the 40 on the moss, i swear my gun is too tough (gang)
i was just with your b-tch, made her eat my two nuts (yeah)
all the opps mad ’cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we blew up (uh)
we don’t know them, uh, but best believe they knew us (uh)
i was in the drop and i’m off this cap, i had to pour up like two cups (yeah)
had to get on a flight to madagascar and these n-gg-s still can’t move us (b-tch)
let me hit him bro, i don’t care if he sue us (b-tch)

[verse 2: doowop & lil uzi vert]
nah, you ain’t even gotta hit him bro that’s the reason i’m the shooter (150)
n-gg-, i was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up (150)
me and doowop in la and we made a duet on a cougar (on cap)
now i’m in the hills just poppin’ them pills so i’m coolin’ like a cooler (150)
vvs diamonds h-t off the raf simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler (avi)
your lil b-tch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (brain)
her top game insane, oblongata her medulla (brain)
but we don’t chase hoes, all we chase is this d-mn mula (guap)
i’m still in the trap and my boys sell packs, that’s the way that we still maneuver (money)
clip long as a ruler, fn got a cooler (yeah)
tec-9, it’ll juke ya, been had chops, b-tch, this ain’t new to us (ayy)
not from dubai but my chopper, i’ll shoot it up (ayy)
we aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck
you n-gg-s b-tches, you really ain’t shooting, no
i f-cked on this b-tch and i wetted her coochie up
you n-gg-s’ diamonds ain’t doing no stupid stuff
told a little goofy, “just give all this goofy up”
100 round clips, they talking no movie stunt
your life is too boring, that mean that your movie suck
we been getting money, this sh-t ain’t new to us
i got the dreads with the uzi cut
might just go shoot up your funeral
my n-gg-s soldiers, they said you ain’t losing us
put some lil money on his head (yeah)
we do the shooting, ain’t no n-gg-s shooting us
i had to pour up some red (red)
p-ss through the raq and the b-tches be choosing us (b-tch)

[verse 3: chief keef]
rolled up in a [?], n-gg-, got them commas, n-gg- (skrrt)
don’t make me beat your -ss, you my son
…

[outro: chief keef]
ayy, ayy
ayy

- doowop gbe

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