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lirik lagu cappin’ n shit – murda

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[intro]
i’m overlapping this sh-t
costa nostra
the don n-gg-

[hook]
couldn’t be getting no money, stop all that cappin’ and sh-t
show you boys how to get money, it’s different brackets to this
look at my balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and sh-t
pimpin’ immaculate b-tch, back at the lab with this sh-t

[verse 1: skooly]
back to the trap with this sh-t, back to the trap with a brick
heard they sleepin’ on me no pillow
they takin’ naps in this b-tch
sleep on the block, we on the block, you know we tweak on the block
it ain’t no problem, we come from the bottom
you know we sleep on the top (woah)
my brother took a lil [?], he put the re with the rock
i put the lean in the pop, can’t tell your knees [?]
i make it rain on the floor, might just need you a mop
word to my wrist i come from the sh-tty i promise to shine i’mma glisten
show em my -ss, 200 my dash, someone been racin’ the engine
i come with a case of them b-tches
they know i’mma die when i [?]
i whip up that cut like a pigeon
they told em to stay in the kitchen

[hook]
couldn’t be getting no money, stop all that cappin’ and sh-t
show you boys how to get money, it’s different brackets to this
look at my balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and sh-t
pimpin’ immaculate b-tch, back at the lab with this sh-t

[verse: 2 chainz]
back in the back of the bach
back to the lab with the yam
for dinner i gave her a percocet, for breakfast i gave her a xan
i used to want a trans-am i used to want a camaro
puerto rican johnny had the birds
i kept my eyes on the sparrow
you keep your eyes on the barrel
i keep it aimed right at you
i throw the pain right at you, i throw a chain right at you
walk into the strip club b-tch and i throw some rain right at ya
keep the [?] just like a old man
and i throw some cane right at ya
i throw some weed right at ya
i throw some lean right at ya
i throw some ‘preme right at ya
see i f-ck celiné right at ya
forgive me lord i ain’t seen the pastor
i smoke the weed the fastest
i get the cheese the fastest

[hook]
couldn’t be getting no money, stop all that cappin’ and sh-t
show you boys how to get money, it’s different brackets to this
look at my balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and sh-t
pimpin’ immaculate b-tch, back at the lab with this sh-t

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