Tum Tum - Caprice Musik Lyrics

Zilla
Hey
[Chorus: x2]
Candy Drippin
On The Chevy
Caprice Classic,
Already
I Do The Fool
Watch Me Clown
Its Dat Caprice Music
It Goes Down
(This That T-Town Music Huh)

So Fly Not A Wrinkle,
Hop Up In The Chevy
Work The Wood Like My Single,
Dippin And Swirvin
Me And Lope Ya Herd Me
Spinnin Thru Tha Grove
Cocked Up On 24's
Heavy On Da Neck
You Know Me
So Many Chains On Im Bout To OG
350 What it is
I see ya whip a lil advice Get Big
I Be Stuttin On Dat Ass
Screens Pop Up Out The Dash
Beep Beep Who Got The Keys To The Caprice (Neeroom)
4/50 Engine Is a beast
Pull Up Pulled By 25 Freeks
I Play For Keeps

[Chorus: x2]

Television Wood Wheels
Sun Roof Push Back
Take Boys To School On These Slabs
Im A Class Act
One Boppa,
Two Boppa,
Three Boppa,
Four
Walk up to tha Chevy when I let up the doors
Sippin And Smokin
Gotta Pass That
Take Five Puffs Then Pass It Right Back
Noise Mobb Protected
Tbg's Up
53 B.I.G.
D-D-D-D-Double Up
Gangs All Here
Leather On The Chair
Aint Nobody Flossin Like This I Swear!
Presidential Tint
Bang In The Trunk
Pistols Everywhere Got Me F*cked Up
Milk Drop The Beat
I Lace The Track
Im A Fool Wit It (Fool Wit It)
Like Twisty Black
Wip Game Vicious
My Car Look Delicious
So Much Candy On The Car
Its Re-Goddamn-Diculous

[Chorus: x2]

One Boppa,
Two Boppa,
Three Boppa,
Four
One Boppa,
Two Boppa,
Three Boppa,
Four