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letra de fast (remix) - que.cappone

[chorus]
i been on go tryna run up a bag (bag)
you said you love me but really it’s cap (cap)
said he wanna feature but that n-gga trash (trash)
if he wanna diss we put him in a bag (bag)
first one to leave me now she want me back (back)
you was my future now you in the past (past)
man i done gave this b-tch all that i had (had)
f-ck all the uber i’m calling a cab

[verse]
no i cannot go out i’m keeping it tucked (boom)
gang and nem wit me i cannot be touched (ahh)
i want tlc but i ain’t a scrub
i smoke thc it go to my lungs (lungs)
get a bnb and fly to milan (milan)
you can’t be with me i gotta move on (on)
heavy machinery like megatron (tron)
he not wit the gang then we getting him gone
we took the throne now it ours
we left his body they looking for hours
why you so grumpy you look like you cowell
ballin too hard so they threw in the towel (cl!ck)
feel like i’m iverson i don’t need practice (ok)
i got a stick for lil bro tryna rap diss
ballin like vince but i’m not on the raptors
i call up brodie he sliding wit mac 10s (mac)
we got big body suburbans wit black tints
we got that sh-t turn your body to ashes
too many bodies grinding for demascus
725 make him do a backflip
no i don’t need you no more
you a snake in the grass and i came wit a mower
too focused on money to stress on a wh0re
if he talking down then we kickin the door
feel like diego so ima explore
that n-gga mad cause he riding the short bus
no i ain’t taking no shortcut
n-ggas acting like they know sum
in the field like cannon i got drums
know my n-ggas shoot like kelsey plum
i’m devin booker and you are my suns
no you can’t play with me cause i’m the 1
call me zaheer i take air out his lungs
he keep on talking we bending his blood
we got exotic yeah we got the skunk
i took your b-tch and she been here for months
you know this sh-t it get critical
feeling like uzi preforming a ritual
if i put my name on the paper it’s biblical
i made the sequel but here’s the original
[post-chorus]
see 12, they on your ass, in the coupe and i like goin’ fast
doing a 180 on the dash
i’m in that wraith smokin’ on that gas
ho, stop talkin’, b-tch, i never asked
you is a bum n-gga, that’s a fact
racks in my pocket feelin’ really fat
f-ck it, it’s two hundred in a cap
we keep them sticks, n-gga like the taliban
we shoot them shots, n-gga look like runnin’ man
stick to the code, n-gga, with my brotheren
gettin’ that bag, n-gga made another band
these n-ggas hatin’ like they not irrelevant
i took a vitamin, n-gga like medicine
i’m posted with demons, out hеre to take skelеtons
and they f-ck with the kid, cause a n-gga elegant

- que cappone

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