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letra de st patricks day - kap g

[chorus: kap g]
i made a lot today
lotta green, like it’s st. patrick’s day
my wrist, that’s that carot cake
i got me twins like it’s mari-kate
put ’em to bed like j. holliday
my old b-tches all got the sad face
luie and gucci acompany
double cup, i’m bout to hybernate
i jump out the coupe, and i got me a new b-tch
took off the brain, now that b-tch is so stupid
smoking on flowers, i’m all in the tulips
the lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips

[verse 1: kap g]
feeling kinda proper
[?]
i might hit the oppa
[?] on, call me big pappa
[?]
[?]
they got [?]
i might hit up capo
she ain’t f-cking [?]
eyes on the bush, like i’m from ohio
tryna ride the wave, i don’t do the title
went from picking bottles to poppin bottles
i got the big like i’m [?]
strong like [?] the hate just motivating
always smoke my blunts in case you try to lace them
hundred on the dash, riding with stacy
baby you a star, just like macy
[?]
[?]
my girl [?]
[?]
[?] look like rihanna
candy paint rari, [?]
say i get money, i ain’t getting [?]
cermit the frog, i’m sippin tea on her
[?]
don’t leave your girl, trust me imma be on her
kap g!
[chorus: kap g & paul wall]
i made a lot today
lotta green, like it’s st. patrick’s day
my wrist, that’s that carot cake
i got me twins like it’s mari-kate
put ’em to bed like j. holliday
my old b-tches all got the sad face
luie and gucci acompany
double cup, i’m bout to hybernate
i jump out the coupe, and i got me a new b-tch
took off the brain, now that b-tch is so stupid
smoking on flowers, i’m all in the tulips
the lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips
paul wall
slab god
2 cups

[verse 2: paul wall]
first off, we ain’t smoking on the same kush
i’m rolling up the sattalight og
it’s from the west coast, but i’m in the 3rd coast, pouring up a pt, rolling up a whole p
long as the drank ain’t spillin, i’m chillin
big paper stacked up, cause the grind hard
andre johnson, hall of fame for them yards
never froad, [?] to the wall
grind all night, grind all day
no time for a romance, no way
i’d rather put [?] on a 6 tray
your b-tch wanna ride with me, she gotta pay
i’m from the h town, the home of the come down
i made a whole lotta green on the greyhound
on the way to a town, 10 toes down
10 catolacs flying [?]
who in the f-ck?
who in the f-ck knocked over my cup?
ho, gon square up
bout to smoke and po up this good till it’s [?]
and afer the trap, back to the [?]
getting straight to the [?] no [?]
me and your girl just f-cked, i ain’t date that
never drive [?] why i hate that
[?]
paul wall
[chorus: kap g]
i made a lot today
lotta green, like it’s st. patrick’s day
my wrist, that’s that carot cake
i got me twins like it’s mari-kate
put ’em to bed like j. holliday
my old b-tches all got the sad face
luie and gucci acompany
double cup, i’m bout to hybernate
i jump out the coupe, and i got me a new b-tch
took off the brain, now that b-tch is so stupid
smoking on flowers, i’m all in the tulips
the lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips

- kap g

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