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letra de lemonade - kid caprio

never was sh-t you could tell me
but i been getting so lit that instead my d-ck when i sip i feel that in belly and while i been spitting this sh-t im forgetting it been a lil minute wrote back to my celli my whip it tinted h-llcat to the heli and lit it been scented i rap like im felly or i push your sh-t back like im melly and im with big a bag off of selling if you wanna get that we got plenty if you wanna cl!ck clack then im ready dont f-ck with your b-tchass with confetti and i wanna switch gats cause its heavy i used to twist bags of the reggie this sh-t not mismatch cause im neji i go splish splash on your b-tch i throw 6 six racks my wrist same kid missed class got big bags you b-tch passing my disc ain’t sh-t this fast im just spazzing clip the tags on my kicks i make hits as in that sh-t you blasting i get the astin im rich

f-ck you saying
im not playing i got 10 bands b-tch
and i got all the hoes i mean audi hoes
could make your plans switch
spitting bugatti flows
that bought me clothes
and made them pay attention
whip big body rolls
and shawty knows ain’t sh-t to say or mention if that body goes me got plotting bros and they stay paid to wait and if you caught me closing my shot derozan ain’t frid of staying late and i got 10 hoes chilling and i think one name is kate its that lemonade feeling i just keep a liter made

needed a plate now im not hungry these b-tches be running and feeding it to me yeah hoe i was bummy see me in that tommy give me a lil money not needing it prolly whats sweeter than im honey im leading with molly
these b-tches be cunning i feed her the lolli
yeah hoe i done it i leave with a ollie yeah hoe im stunting i see that she saw me
i needed a zombie b-tch
that’d be dead
thend be bobbing and giving me head
dont be watching the drip
you slip lil b-tch
my fit right off my bed
your b-tch all on my d-ck
real quick i hit
i sit right on my sled
might run off with a pick
mike vick type sh-t
i dip when i get fed
it ain’t debatably b-tches be hating me or they be all d-ck and rerating me when i was just a kid this what i prayed to be now i just talk my sh-t flip it and iiplay the key and i might mosh the pit but its only one way to see and i just bought a zip used to pay 8 a g and so when i cough a bit cause faded free you should get off my d-ck watch what you say to me
i got a ye degree on mixing boards mixing 4s like b-tch of course suck my d-ck lil b-tch im lit im finna dip not missing tours nas said who world is this god replied like kid its your bob head to all all my hits as good it gets it drips it pours

- kid caprio

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