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letra de drowning - kid caprio

(verse 1)
like mike jackson when i dance on the beat
i been living life taxing
got 3 racks on the heat
and they really can’t pass em
they keep asking to eat
i been rolling in the g
and she passenger seat
we be neat i be nice
i dont need the right advice
all my b-tches is winning
i got em grinning biting ice
dripping that linen
i got them spinning by the price
i be spitting venom
i had hit them brighter lights
im precise i be bold
thеn i’m riding with gold
and i know before i evеn try to write it its cold
rappers looking kinda quiet
like it bited they soul
im just cooking by the riot
trynna fly to this goal
mind is as full
because i can’t change
hoes stay geeked up
we eye the same page
and its like that fifa
b-tches buy the same games
pour that sprite in a liter
cause if its light it ain’t rage
still k!lling them beats cuz
i always stayed bold
and that feeling ain’t reached us
i wave the same pole
i dont f-ck with adidas
i know you see this angle
ain’t n0body could beat us
because my f-cking brain swole
i was tough as a fetus
reeves as far as lanes go
nickname me pete
because that thing blow
spit game she cheap and f-ck that lame hoe
getting brain for a retweet
the way the game go
lambo been paid for
you mean this old whip
hit that b-tch with a draco
and let em see the full clip
roll a zip of that fuego
im late up making bullsh-t
way i play thats okay though
now you can say the role fit
dont trip most lit oh sh-t hoes spit
im running
got these b-tches on my d-ck
its fit that i be sonning
i just got another grip
but it dont mean i done it
i be on some other sh-t
i promise you dont want it
i been gunning in my head
straight gifted i suppose
they gone love it when im dead
weight lifted at the shows
now they bumping what i said may shift it at the most i been flooded in the red stay drifting in the
(chorus)
we can’t talk around it
getting rich and i been counting
and myhead been getting way too big
i been trynna crib it and then a fountain
all the b-tches and surrounded
all the b-tches that im down wit
pour it in the cup give a f-ck
whats up til im motherf-cking
drowning

(verse 2)
yeah they want my sh-t
they want my swag
and im all about to dip
so i be calling the cab
b-tches that they think gotta gripll
trip and flock to the bag
and on my seam
its not a clip
that you could pop with a tag
off of the tab
trynna get mo hundeds
from the place with the bad b-tches, cactuses, roadrunners
not a fad this a lab
mad b-tches that dont want us
take a dab in the pad
have visions we both done this
i been back
sipping yack
then my wrist too froze
snap a pic with a plaque
or making hits who knows
cap equipped with a stack
and im smashing 6 new hoes
i just stick to the fact that im mac
and b-tch threw bows
or im twisting a pack or the bag
and smoking on the second
got the grip with the mag or im lacking
go and disrespect him
youll get hit a jab
and then ask what happened like its tekken
ill be back with a hatchet
or ill just catch an interception
i just have to react to these b-st-rds
bashing on my legend
chilling on some real sh-t
stacking with brethren
i been feeling like im will smith
rapping then im stephen
when motherf-cking deals hit ill be up in heaven
so im sending this to wesley
sending sending this to bro
and i dont know next week
i could be needing moe
so pull up the best seat
cause we could even blow
or making a fresh beat
or sleeping on the road
oh woah you saw me
boy im fresh to death in murakami
all these b-tches not legit
and i be living like a zombie
got them b-tches on my d-ck
oh wait you get it
sh-t you got me
every single thoughts a critic
am i fitted in this tommy
brought 50
got them b-tches nodding
boss with me
ever since this autumn
i been f-cking balling all dizzy
who you kidding lil b-tch
you ain’t sh-t and not busy
every city non stop
off top off glizzy
(chorus)
we can’t talk around it
getting rich and i been counting
and myhead been getting way too big
i been trynna crib it and then a fountain
all the b-tches and surrounded
all the b-tches that im down wit
pour it in the cup give a f-ck
whats up til im motherf-cking
drowning

- kid caprio

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