letra de no cap - pluto records : t.x,young-dagger,obed-teece
[chorus]
pull up 44 in the party, when n—- started you a’int in
dribble dribble trapin no cap, n—- mess with the mic tryna rap
ain’t gonna flex till i put my name on the map
spit that sh–t see what happens no cap x2
[verse 1]
pluto number uno fought like sumo now we on the map i double tap with 2 b-tches say they really like my raps i get it done then we have some fun vibe to this track f-ck a lil b—- get her wet no trust in the game gotta sleep with a tek they pull up on me i’m the only one left i pray that the lord doesn’t take my life yеt
[verse 2 ]
caught a p-ssy n— lucking sn-tch his chain sold it made a thousand in a week got a grammy for my b-tch i’m pulling up in new whips gang who wants smoke this for all you’rе pillow talking n—bow n— got the glizzy extend f-ck you mean so what’s your name where you from send the addy i’m pulling up in new whips whips
[chorus]
pull up 44 in the party, when n—- started you a’int in
dribble dribble trapin no cap, n—- mess with the mic tryna rap
ain’t gonna flex till i put my name on the map
spit that sh–t see what happens no cap x2
[verse 3 ]
i’m from congo, they think i’m the rambo came from the mud, you cannot handle yung and t.x, speak of the devil – roddy ricch my idol i jump on the beat, i make it tremble, middle finger middle eye to my ego four by four four, shawty just want dior ok i get it, i get it, she told me to f-ck her at the telly f-ck that b-tch on the telly hot in here like nelly adl my city i get that p-ssy, i put it in the box apollo ma n-gga, he came with the glock i might be dumb but came from mercedes b-tch i’m the man, so how you gon play me i’m doing ma money dance got me a bag, i’m doing the running man she told me she want me man, dont f-ck with my energy, i’m not playing man dripping these ice, i wanna patek patek phillipe, get me the cheque jay z with the cheque you double-cross me, i mess up your neck am like an ogre, call me the shrek thugga, thugga, with the check you double-cross me, i mess up your neck young n-gga get me the bag young n-gga i’m gonna flex
[chorus]
pull up 44 in the party, when n—- started you a’int in
dribble dribble trapin no cap, n—- mess with the mic tryna rap
ain’t gonna flex till i put my name on the map
spit that sh–t see what happens no cap x2
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