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letra de anticap (remix) - headhuncho amir

[intro: lil jairmy]
yeah, yeah, move the whole thing (g&b)
ain’t even take out none of the extras, sold them how they came
yeah, move the whole thing, woah, foreign road rage (yeah)
rockin’ shows, paid, trappin’, hit the stage (g&b)

[verse 1: headhuncho amir]
i don’t wanna kick it it ain’t ’bout no paper, that’s what time i’m on
good in any hood, everywhere i go, got my diamonds on
big boy havin’ motion, i made my name, really be gettin’ it on
b-tch gon’ do whatever i tell her, i’m a boss, you know my paper long
every city i land in, all the street n-ggas wanna do a feature
every show i do, guarantee i get in with the heater
door open like a wh0rehouse, i promise this just all reefer
i was in new york, b-tch, i was ballin’ just like derek jeter
my n-gga on the road with me right now, he fightin’ real cases
thinkin’ ’bout that cullinan, i’m hoppin’ out somethin’ real sp-cious
my freebandz member with the sh-t for real, he just believe in takin’
they draw the play and execute, i swear i know some troy akins (troy atkins)
even though i signed, you can still catch me on the block
black truck front street, i know you see it, yung joc
in the h with jairmy ‘nem, i just left exotic pop
twenty-nine last night, makin’ ones touch the sky
n-gga, i’m stamped everywhere i go, one of the realest, n-gga
anti-cap for real, got it out the mud, you gon’ feel it, n-gga
big ‘mir out the way, i’m countin’ up, just be chillin’, n-gga
new d turned the city up, why you in your feelings, n-gga?
[verse 2: lil jairmy]
i go h-llcat, pull up two door, i go black truck, i go maybach (which one?)
me and big ‘mir, we anti-cap, i know these rappin’ n-ggas ain’t that
drop d-ck on all these hoes, i got my b-tch tryna get some payback (what?)
why the f-ck y’all sippin’ that drank, lil’ n-gga? your trap boss ain’t even made that (yeah)
it’s all about the price, i shaved it (shaved it), n-gga, f-ck it, you can save it (trap)
charged the lil’ n-gga more, he paid it (paid), my cellphone goin’ crazy (brrt)
know the boss came over, i waited (i waited), she just called me when she made it (she made it)
b-tch on the road so much, she hate it, i’m with another n-gga ho gettin’ faded
know for sure these b-tches goin’ away, i pop it, real dope boy (dope boy)
known for rockin’ diamonds (what?), treatin’ foreigns like they go-karts (skrrt)
got the traphouse rollin’ off gas bags, i don’t sell no carts (no carts)
n-ggas out here soaking up the swag and i want no parts (no)
keep the racks in designer bags, my wrist, it cost a rolls-royce (racks)
want your sh-t to hit like this, you gotta spend some more, boy (yeah)
if i open up my jewelry box, sh-t lookin’ like the store, boy (the jewelry)
left the hood, went and got a big old house, i feel like elroy (yeah, i’m gone)

- headhuncho amir

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