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letra de that's a cap (a mid-december verse) - ianami

all of my sh-t is no cap
no cap in none of my raps (that’s a cap)
i’mma just eat out the p-ssy
then i’mma pet on the cat
ain’t no backpedalin’ that–
it’s to the metal in fact
i got gold medals and plaques
i got young rebels on all of the maps
the devil just served me a pack
i’m levelin’ up like it’s math
you look disheveled and cracked–
out of your mind, i got racks
i’m on my grind, i got stacks
like we been blind, we got sticks
you know i’m bad to the bone, right?
if she not bad, i don’t know her–
friends say that she wanna go–
back to my home, i make her moan
not in the dark, but i glowed up
her p-ssy purr like a motor
shе want me to go slow, but–
i’m off the addies, might throw up
hеr and her friends wanna blow us
we don’t f-ck with the parties
cause they know us, we soldiers
and focused, you bogus
i play the game like controllers
i got big rocks like some boulders
i sip the wock’ then i slow up
need me some ice ’cause i like that b-tch colder
i keep the strap o’er my shoulder
you talkin’ big, but i’m bolder
you on the bars like you underlined
they say that i got a wonder-mind
if she ain’t bad, she ain’t one of mine
i go in for hours, it’s my time–
these some highlights
you get stage fright–
in the lime lights
i just filled up a whole page, like–
i can write fine–point is that i’m on my grind, right
your ex-man, he was a gay guy
you said that he gets paid dimes
i get paid high, then have a great night
she said she likes both my grey eyes–
really, they’re blue, but it makes rhymes
she wanna get dirty, i play nice–wait, psych–
i’m sippin’ mud like it’s red wine
you know i heard through the grapevine
that you might be facin’ fed time
i know you’d rather be dead, right?
my boys’ll hustle till they dead to rights
i got yo’ b-tch in my bed tonight
she said she likes all the red lights
i’mma keep goin’, no stop signs
i don’t crash out like those cop guys
my mama good and my pop’s fine
drank in my cup this is not sprite
you said he raps, but he’s not signed–
who am i to judge, buddy’s not bright
he did you wrong, that’s just not right
that’s not right

- ianami

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