This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
I'm pimping the dimes
And kicking the rhymes
Swanging and missing the signs
Pimpin' these hoes
And they swear it's a crime
Dig in her guts and I reach in her mind
A ticking time bomb
Is it food for thought
Or is it mind wine
She need me
She gone make the call
Space Age Pimp
Like MJG and Ball
I'ma dog
I keep it pimpin' baby
I ain't tripping
You just thinking simple baby
For that cat they gone break out the cash
For that ass they on it like crack
That's a fact
For a woman
They gone break the code
Niggas be breaking
The bank on these hoes
But don't know that she working for me
I be rolling one deep
Hen I roll on the 4s
Playas get chose
And you niggas can't
Killing the corner
Won't damage the paint
And I got it stamped
So you know it's official
Paint done at Rod
But the body by Fisher
Feeling my slow pace
I'm on the mud
Like a slow race
I could careless
What a hoe say
I'm still cracking my trunk
Like a cold case
They like no way
That I'ma beast
Niggas don't know about me
Riding slab since I copped the Caprice
Leather and wood
I threw buck on my seat
30 grand in this bitch
Nah that hoe wasn't cheap
And I been on my grind
Stacking and writing these lines
Grip on the leather and pine
Give it some time
Young nigga shine
Slap on the fifth
And just let it recline
A young nigga time came
Ain't got time to be playing
Them mind games
Call an audible
I seen the line change
Old soul with a young nigga mind frame
That's a crying shame
How these niggas been
Sleeping on me
When she see the Caprice
Guarantee that his bitch want me
He talking shit
Cause the bitch on me
I'ma star player
You a bench warmer
Can't be doing favors for these niggas
Don't show em' no love
And they swear to God you fake
I ain't real enough
Guess that's what you say
Still f*cking yo bitch to a Screw Tape
Straight Hennessy
Cut it with D'Usse
All my niggas rolling on the 4's
All of yo niggas some hoes
Me and my niggas scratching on the vogues
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Jairus King - Caprice Music Lyrics
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This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
I'm pimping the dimes
And kicking the rhymes
Swanging and missing the signs
Pimpin' these hoes
And they swear it's a crime
Dig in her guts and I reach in her mind
A ticking time bomb
Is it food for thought
Or is it mind wine
She need me
She gone make the call
Space Age Pimp
Like MJG and Ball
I'ma dog
I keep it pimpin' baby
I ain't tripping
You just thinking simple baby
For that cat they gone break out the cash
For that ass they on it like crack
That's a fact
For a woman
They gone break the code
Niggas be breaking
The bank on these hoes
But don't know that she working for me
I be rolling one deep
Hen I roll on the 4s
Playas get chose
And you niggas can't
Killing the corner
Won't damage the paint
And I got it stamped
So you know it's official
Paint done at Rod
But the body by Fisher
Feeling my slow pace
I'm on the mud
Like a slow race
I could careless
What a hoe say
I'm still cracking my trunk
Like a cold case
They like no way
That I'ma beast
Niggas don't know about me
Riding slab since I copped the Caprice
Leather and wood
I threw buck on my seat
30 grand in this bitch
Nah that hoe wasn't cheap
And I been on my grind
Stacking and writing these lines
Grip on the leather and pine
Give it some time
Young nigga shine
Slap on the fifth
And just let it recline
A young nigga time came
Ain't got time to be playing
Them mind games
Call an audible
I seen the line change
Old soul with a young nigga mind frame
That's a crying shame
How these niggas been
Sleeping on me
When she see the Caprice
Guarantee that his bitch want me
He talking shit
Cause the bitch on me
I'ma star player
You a bench warmer
Can't be doing favors for these niggas
Don't show em' no love
And they swear to God you fake
I ain't real enough
Guess that's what you say
Still f*cking yo bitch to a Screw Tape
Straight Hennessy
Cut it with D'Usse
All my niggas rolling on the 4's
All of yo niggas some hoes
Me and my niggas scratching on the vogues
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
I'm pimping the dimes
And kicking the rhymes
Swanging and missing the signs
Pimpin' these hoes
And they swear it's a crime
Dig in her guts and I reach in her mind
A ticking time bomb
Is it food for thought
Or is it mind wine
She need me
She gone make the call
Space Age Pimp
Like MJG and Ball
I'ma dog
I keep it pimpin' baby
I ain't tripping
You just thinking simple baby
For that cat they gone break out the cash
For that ass they on it like crack
That's a fact
For a woman
They gone break the code
Niggas be breaking
The bank on these hoes
But don't know that she working for me
I be rolling one deep
Hen I roll on the 4s
Playas get chose
And you niggas can't
Killing the corner
Won't damage the paint
And I got it stamped
So you know it's official
Paint done at Rod
But the body by Fisher
Feeling my slow pace
I'm on the mud
Like a slow race
I could careless
What a hoe say
I'm still cracking my trunk
Like a cold case
They like no way
That I'ma beast
Niggas don't know about me
Riding slab since I copped the Caprice
Leather and wood
I threw buck on my seat
30 grand in this bitch
Nah that hoe wasn't cheap
And I been on my grind
Stacking and writing these lines
Grip on the leather and pine
Give it some time
Young nigga shine
Slap on the fifth
And just let it recline
A young nigga time came
Ain't got time to be playing
Them mind games
Call an audible
I seen the line change
Old soul with a young nigga mind frame
That's a crying shame
How these niggas been
Sleeping on me
When she see the Caprice
Guarantee that his bitch want me
He talking shit
Cause the bitch on me
I'ma star player
You a bench warmer
Can't be doing favors for these niggas
Don't show em' no love
And they swear to God you fake
I ain't real enough
Guess that's what you say
Still f*cking yo bitch to a Screw Tape
Straight Hennessy
Cut it with D'Usse
All my niggas rolling on the 4's
All of yo niggas some hoes
Me and my niggas scratching on the vogues
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them f*cking time machines
This for them niggas on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
Writer: Tremaine Lewis
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