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No Cap Paroles

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Album Glock Bond

Paroles de No Cap

The fuck?
Lame, the fuck is wrong with you cap ass niggas?
C-A-P
Old rappin' ass nigga
Ain't no cap in my rap, you dig
On God

Ain't no cap in my rap, hottest youngin in my city
I got racks just like tennis, tennis chains on my pendant, oh
Ever since a lil one I've been gettin' it, no pretending
Just a bad boy like Diddy, yeah you know a nigga with it
I ran up them commas and bought a Benz for my mama
I trapped them grams out my gram's, you can go and ask my cousin
Came from playin' in the sand, now I'm playin' with them hundreds
I'm just saying I was thuggin', now I'm hotter than the oven
Had a .38 snub nose, Scottie Pippen
And I took that bitch to school, never got caught with it
I gave it to my nigga, then I went and bought a semi
Yeah I'm damn near up a milli and I just turned 20
I'm just ridin' with these hundreds, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout guns and money
Shootin' like I'm Tony, show me my opponent
I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain't lonely
I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain't goin'
And I hope God with you nigga, if you run up on me
Just a young nigga trigger happy, I can't wait to blow it
Better slow your roll, you know I let it go 'Cause I ain't never have shit so I flex with these racks
Bitch I came from pushin' packs, now all my shows is packed
Yeah I still got them sacks, might go fuck off in Saks, yeah
Young nigga hard, bitch, all I spit is crack
Watch me hit a home run bitch, 'cause I'm next at bat
And I tell your baby mom suck it just like DX
'Cause I'm a nigga with a lot, you see this shit on my neck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No cap in my rap (no cap)
No cap in my rap (no cap)
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