The__nme - No Cappin' (feat. Pedro HBK) Lyrics

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Make your lil bitch dress up for me pageants
She wipe me down like she carried a towelette
She do what I want, said my wish is granted
I'm chasing that bread, I'm chasing that baguette
Don't like if it's toxic, could melt me like acid
I'm not with the drama, don't like when it's tragic
I know all my strains, I know all the gases
Ice in my veins, man f*ck these lil bastards
I don't want no fame, just want guap by the masses
Hate on me cuz your life sucks, you gotta accept it
I had came from the deep, I was born in them trenches
I know that it's for me if that shit is expensive
I stay with that chronic, I smoke on it plenty
I'm off of exotic, you off of that reggie
That bitch is ten, shoot my shot like a dezzie
I keep me a pen, got me feeling like Drizzy

My woods they extend like the clip on a uzi
This lil bitch has called me, said she tryna do me
Get head like a bonnet, her pussy drip Fuji
She said could I wife her, I swear that shit blew me
I should keep a binder the way I get loose leaf
I don't get tired, I keep this shit moving
My life on big screen, I'm feeling like Truman
Niggas be snakes, they just make up illusions
They like to lurk, they be be fishy like sushi
I don't get no sleep, no I don't do no snoozing
I don't fall for hoes, I know these bitches choosing
They claim that they love you, but just want the new thing
I don't love shit but my commas, my blue cheese
I roll up a zip, and get off of blue dream
These lames on my dick, like them pigs in them blue seams

You can't run shit, if you can't run up a check
Her name pop up turkey cuz she give good neck
Who got them runts, looking for connect
My phone ring bout money like they call collect
I'm cooking up shit like I stay with a prep
I dive in that pussy and I leave it wrecked
Hopped in the game, they thought I was a vet
I don't need a degree, I get it myself
I got a lot of tools under my belt
I go to the trap with the weed on the shelves
The way my life popping, think I'm busting shells
I'm going crazy, I belong in a cell
I send a goofy off like a piece of mail
I'm ahead in life, and they can't follow my trail
Bill Gates with the guap, I excel

I off white the denim
Got some new drip, i can't stay out the mirror
They pass me the check, you know that i clear it
Hit up the plug, he bring in the shipment
Zas in the woods, you know it's expensive
Got two foreign hoes, you know they something different
One on the pole, one in the kitchen
In love with them blues, them hunnids, them fifites
V12 my engine, got some new kicks, them bitches Givenchy
Check running for life, on the gang i ain't switching
Think about upgrading my bitches, it's tempting
My life is sweet like i live at the Tipton
No internet cap, i'm not with the mentions
Yeah, so nigga don't at me
I'm not with the capping, only concerned where the racks be
Where the bad hoes, i like them nasty
Not eating that pussy, baby stop asking
Niggas we don't trip on hoes, why is you capping
F*ck it, i need it all and i'm not playing
She coming over, but she is not staying
I'm on a level, i feel super saiyan
Save a hoe, why, i'm not superman
Dive in them hunnids and i do my dance