Tag: Al Capone


Pressa – Basically




[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps




FUTURE – Feed Me Dope lyrics




[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long


OG Maco – Pigs Lyrics


[Intro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Never talk to pigs, I ain’t Charlotte
It’s a web of lies and I gotta dodge ’em
Collared for a crime and the system dog ’em
Niggas’ fleas off ’em, coppin’ pleas often
Freedom seem certain
And if he ain’t talkin’ he your real partner
Got a couple shottas with a rat problem
Put some cheese on em, got a gat callin’
Glock 40, hot lead on ’em
Blood bed for ’em
Really love life, he’ll beg for it
Niggas so trife, pat your back with a knife
From the dark, never seen a face
Barely seen a spark
Bark bark, it’s a dog in the night
Hawk watch on the birds servin’ white
He ain’t really got the nerves for the curb
Lil homie hit his head when he Gurb
Sprayin’ hollows in the turn with the swerve
Sipping sipping, hit the cup with the syrup
In the field with a MAC and my word
Walls talkin and the calls dropping
Got the Feds plottin’, dirty cops rockin’
And the opps watchin, thinkin’ all profit
And they all talkin’ ’til the dog barkin’
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[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I don’t talk to nobody
Seven days I been geeking off molly
She rub on my body
Then she wanna come and hold me scotty
I get that money then double up, double up
Get whacked off for a cheap price
I fuck with a lot of my country niggas
They like to get geeked up on ice
Twenty-twenty vision, I can see this shit right
Got a stick on the seat and it’s sitting nice
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they probably police
They’ll cut they ties just to get you life
Fuck ’em, I ain’t seein’ niggas live life
First up, nigga I paid the price
Sipping that mud, I do not like ice
Young Hendrix, I can get whatever you like
Young nigga, man I earned my own stripes
Stacking chips just for me to get right
Fuck her feelings, man I’m catching a flight
Run the racks up all day and all night
Chasing these deals while I’m poppin’ these ‘cets
Before I hit twenty-five I’ma see a mil
Got the [?] jawn, that shit for real
In my city man it’s kill or be killed

[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Outro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor


K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)


[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull


Okay – Sandzo feat. Nimo songtexte


Songtexte Sandzo – Okay

Du machst ‘ne Mio, is’ ok, Koka mit Kilos is’ ok
Herrscher aus Rio is’ ok, Banditen Amigo is’ ok
ok, ok (ok, ok, ok)
Roli am Arm is’ ok, Zwei Mille die Nacht is’ ok
Vetements Pulli is’ ok, deine Bitch is’ nackt eh ok
Carlo Colucci, geladene Uzi, Gold und .., fick deine Pussy
Miliaren Dollar face, ok, zehn Flaschen im VIP, ok
Hass’ mich wie du willst aber ok, beiges Leder digga ok
Und jetzt redet jeder aber okay
030 Berlin ok, Futurekid digga ok
CQ Model ok, Cadillac ok
Gestern ein noname, aber heute ist ok
Jeder von ihnen jetzt Pablo, jeder von ihnen ein Narco
Schmuggel die Ware im Cargo
Is ok ok, du Diablo.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Timberland classic boots, ok
Levis 501, ok
Schwarzer Rollkragenpullover
Juckt keinen wie viel dein Oversize kostet
Trag’ ‘ne Holzfällerjacke mit Loch in den Ärmeln,
doch hat viel mehr wert und ist Teil meiner Story wie OG,Ortak .., ok ok, ok
Ray Ban so wie John Lennon ok, ok, ok
Kangol 507 Cap alla Samuel Jackson ok
Meister is’ Nimo ok
1, 2, 3 Mios sind ok
Rapper reden viel aber ok
Ihre Flows sind kopiert aber ok, ok
Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Ficke big booty Bitches die von dem Block sind
Trag ne Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Fick die big booty bitches die from the Block sind wie Jennifer Lopez ok, ok, okay.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Apollo is’ okay
Keine Kontrolle is’ ok
In meiner Rolle is’ ok
Bitches in Wolle sind ok
Schnapp mir ne Olle im Mercedes ok
Steh nicht drauf wenn sie viel redet
Geb ihr jetzt in ‘nem Mercedes
War doch klar, dass ich so rede
Neue Flocken digga ok
Goldene Locke digga ok
Lamborghini digga ok
Batzen Bündel digga ok
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruder ich hab es im Blut
Jimmy Dean ich hab den Juice
Baby sag fühlst du den Blues?

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, okkk.
Sandzo songtexte
Video Sandzo


Future – Draco


[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, what else?
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born


Future – Draco (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)


[Intro]
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I left off
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I’ve been drippin’ like a God, what else?
I been dodgin’ all the flies, what else?
I been fillin’ up garages, what else?
I gave her a French ménage, what else?
Close your eyes eyes eyes
I’m about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky
Pink molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin’, let me dance with her
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was sentimental

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 2]
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair
You killin’ then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof
I got to train my bitches
I’m putting chains on my bitches
I’ll pull some chain on the snitches
I’m focused, I’m back on my mission
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Molly Off-White done got to me
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin’ up wit Xan, can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin’ syrupy
56 nights, I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin’ patients
Heard you been talkin’ bout the kid
Knowin’ damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy
I got me some new drip!
She ain’t got nothing to do with it
I’ll give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yeah I’m cruisin’ in the deep
I’m twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin’ off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin’ up a brick
Certified nigga out the six
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin’ 10 for the strong
Keep on goin’ in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born


FUTURE – Draco lyrics


You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Lamborgini doors but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo

Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my bitches
Im putting chains on my bitches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission

Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy

Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant

I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mill for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin 10 for the strong
Keep on goin in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born


Future – Draco lyrics


You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree

Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Lamborgini doors but I never stop
Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield wo wo wo wo wo
A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these meals wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one but to me she ain’t nothing but a thrill wo wo wo wo wo

Ive been drippin like a god with her
I been dodging all the fly what else
I been fillin up garages what else
I gave her a French monage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
Im about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Fuck up my bitch by the change
Brought me from trap house to stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my bitches
Im putting chains on my bitches
Ill put some chain on some snitches
Im focused im back on my mission

Flex on a nigga no apologies
Matter how white done gotta me
Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the curry
Pourin up zan can’t hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin syruppy

Fifty six night I was 30
Stirofoam cups and patient
Heard you been talkin bout the kid
Knowing damn well that’s a flagrant

I cancel two bitches
I got me some new bitches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippin
I got me some new dripp
Ain’t got nothing to do with it
Ill give my bitch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back
You ain’t never ever get you bitch back

Yeah I cruising in the deep
Im twisted up I got geek
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can’t tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Start comparing my career
Cause I was flooding through the crib
Business furniture for real

I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mill for the gig
Middle fingers up fuck the pig
Diamonds fallin off my let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin up a brick
Certified nigga hot to six

Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
I was chargin 10 for the strong
Keep on goin in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home
Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm niggas Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born


K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle) Lyrics


[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull


K Camp – Rare Form Freestyle


[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull


Jose Guapo – Gimmicks (feat. Lil Yachty) (Osama Bin Guapo 2 Mixtape) letras

October 18, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?


Jose Guapo – Gimmicks (feat. Lil Yachty) letras

October 17, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?