SS3 (Explicit)-Young Capisce

SS3 (Explicit)

歌手:Young Capisce

时间:2022-02-18

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SS3 (Explicit) - Young Capisce

Lyrics by:Brandon Terrell Pennington

Composed by:Brandon Terrell Pennington

You really contradictor 'cuz you said you a real n***a

I'm out here grinding on my own

Trynna get me a mill ticket

I hate hoes who want expensive

Dates what happend 2 real b***hes

All you worth is chick-fil-a b***h

I ain't payin no meal ticket

Imma pill flippin animal said

My product is blue perc 30's

And I'm still sippin antidote

In my bag like a brand new birkin

Got my city passing anti-** laws

And I know it's 'cuz of us

But I'm still screaming f**k the

Law 'cuz I don't give a ma-f**k

You already know yeah yeah

I'm 'bout to go in yeah 2020 s**t yeah

Shout the OG gucci mane he the

Trap God he got them brick bibles

The h*e baby dad washed up

Shе be tryna tell me 'bout his problems

I be cappin up her head like a plane

Pilot when she come and dick gobble

I change hoes like I change clothes

Man they all gotta go thru the spin cycle

Shitty rappers they be beggin for a

Verse for they shitty a*s tracks

Every once and a while imma buy

Her purse when she bring that bag back

I tell them dirty b***hes that you f**k

2 back back go wash ya a*s crack

P***y smell like dirty trash bags wouldn't

Hit with a condom from hazmat

Ya babymomma eating dick up that's

The real reason she ain't picking up

Me I gotta hit the clinic up 'cuz the

Chain drippin like chlamydia

You was only booked for shooting up

And I ain't talking 'bout hitting n***as up

Talk heavy 'cuz I gotta cuban plug and

He drive a rusty a*s pickup truck

Low key is the key to the game

I gotta key hanging off of the chain

17-5 for the medallion the cuban cost 7-2 and some change

Lil b***h gimme pinky and brain she

Text her friend and said ain't he insane

Her beaty facetime right back and

Said I ate the a*s he don't play with the cake

Grown n***a s**t I can teach you old

N***as something better pay attention

I'm cool with the bloods and the 6 flags

I ain't talking a'bout a great adventure

Rather make this s**t basic to influence

Young n***as who be making paper

I ain't with all of the history lessons

My n***a you can save that s**t for later

My generation full of young n***as

Poppin zannies and sippin on syrup yeah

My generation full of crack babies

Making perc babies you ain't heard yet

My generation full of 12 year olds

Who got dracos extensions and 30 clips

My era full of independent rappers

And n***as bumping all that future s**t

F**k this music s**t that's the last

Priority first imma hooligan

I cannot f**k wit a moody chick

Pregnant p***y is last on my coochie list

Been did the gucci and louie s**t

Now I go bowling in berluti kicks

If she don't have a apple iphone

Cut her off I can't f**k with a fruitless b***h

Same hoes that be texting you 'bout

Coming over 'cuz they lonely

Same hoes that put they ex in a box

Like iphone to android emojis

Expose a rat n***a for eating cheese

Now he wanna beef like baloney

N***a feeling froggy he ain't gone leap

He gone call 12 and start croakin

N***a I used to sell c*****e

Now my youngins got the d**e in

On the corner I was posted now

I probably run the whole city

Keep the drum clips loaded

Dip the tips of the bullets in toad piss

Hov made the blue nicki made the pink

N***a imma make the goldprint

You austin powers in goldmember

All you n***as trynna still my mojo

Dickriders harmonizers joe jodeci k-ci and jo-jo

Shorty good at giving blow jo's

'Cuz in high school she played the oboe

Imma put the ar to your abs for that

Bird man you want no smoke

Most of these n***as got no flow

And they swag is equal to not at all

I be with n***as who sold coke

White girl p***y equal microsoft

If I let the choppa off at your head

Draco bullets liable to chop it off

N***a just because ya diamonds

Hard doesn't mean you n***as isn't cotton soft

I just bought ya b***h a snake skin

Hand bag call that a cobra clutch

I'm wit a bunch of snake n***as

Getting bags p***y we cold blooded

I got the world on my neck and my

Wrist and my teeth n***a I'm so flooded

Spray the choppa at ya back just like you

Ricky you know you a slow runner

Kammy-ammy-hammy-yah- supersayian

Flow motherf**ker you know

That these hoes love it

Yeah

Young capisce

Supersayian times 3

Men yeah

Supersayian times 3 men

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