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flip capone - bout that life كلمات أغنية

[intro: smoke corleone]
runnin’ with an ak_47 buckin’, heated heavy
ayo my brother flip capone
mane, put that pressure on these b_tch_made ass motherf_ckers, you hear me, bruh (you hear me, bruh)
smoke corleone, flip capone, playboy the beast
you know what time it is

[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[verse 1: flip capone]
got a gat and a bible, death to my rivals
prayers to the fallen, b_lls to the wall and (yeah)
angels that we’re maulin’, heaven is the motivation (amen)
don’t get it twisted, steel with the biscuit
trigger finger cook a motherf_cker like brisket, split sh_t (brrah!)
real ready at the beat, still steady heavy
got the charcoal higher than the block, rock steady (ha)
automatic, i’ve been ecstatic for static
i’ve been erratic, i’ve been an addict for the one_on_one combat (combat)
if you’ve got a problem we could run that (run that!)
if i lose then i’m livin’, bet i come back (huh!)
on a beat i’m an animal, going animalistic
they just flip, i’ma go ballistic
my mindframe just too s_d_stic (s_d_stic!)
you be me, so unrealistic
i’ve been holdin’ so much anger, i’m ’bout to blow
like a c4 bomb, armageddon, vietnam
never calm, just lit up in the sh_t with a dynamite stick
one flip of the switch, we could all die, b_tch (boom!)
this the new revelation, exhale pain, he need ventilation
put the track in the oven, cremation
prayin’ to god like you seekin’ salvation
k!ll or be k!lled is the imagery written just vocally
hopefully people don’t openly mourn
woefully torn, fingerf_cking the trigger like it’s p_rn (buck, buck, buck!)
[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[post_chorus: flip capone]
like when a motherf_cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave
like when a motherf_cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave

[verse 2: playboy the beast]
we k!ll ’em all on the track like an apocalypse
they wanna go to war until we hit ’em with the chopper sh_t
we legendary like 2pac or big papa, this n_gga ’bout to hit ’em up and got ’em wonderin’ who shot ya, b_tch
roll down the window of the whip, get to poppin’ clips
make you n_ggas empty your pockets, probably get split between
me and my k!llers, we be gettin’ that green
k!llin’ machines, turn your block into a motherf_cking horror scene
and they don’t really want no smoke in the gym on a daily basis
so i’m trained to go, i be comin’ reapin’ souls
leavin’ tags on n_ggas toes
got your body decomposin’ surrounded by black crows
this the life that i chose so you know that i’m with it
these motherf_ckers sellin’ wolf tickets all over the internet
said they want a war but these n_ggas lack the intellect
they ready for the battle, little homie, i done been a vet
but they don’t really want no f_cking problems with us (nah, nah, nah)
but if they talkin’ sh_t then i’ma just let it bust (pow, pow, pow)
you know the motto, better get down or get laid down
bullying n_ggas, the rap game is my playground
leave ’em face down with they brains out
sn_tch a n_ggas chain, punch his motherf_ckin’ fangs out, i take rounds
you ain’t ready for the smoke with them baby_ass lungs
you ain’t nothin’ but a joke clown (joke clown)
and you ain’t really ’bout that life
probably run like a b_tch when it really goes down
[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[verse 3: smoke corleone]
smoke corle_corleone (ayy!)
why the f_ck you think i ain’t got a strap?
’cause everyone know what i do with that
then i k!ll everything that’ll walk around
but fought ’til you grip my head and c_ck that
i motherf_cking ride they die, goodbye (bye)
and i decide what i’ma ride by
if i pull up with the fire, i’ma let it fire
i’ma let it fire then i’m finna reload, you know
anybody k!lla with my m up mob
man, f_ckin’ with the fam and d_mn
another body gotta lay with the couple up in the lobby
and i’ll be d_mned, f_ck if anybody come get popped
so you better look around, not better motherf_ck around
and finally watch, plot try to k!ll ya
watch they mold is what they do for ya
’cause they really be out to get ya
comin’ to give blood, sweat, tears
i was here for the better, put the devil in the middle of ’em
i ain’t gotta fear or hear a d_mn word
and now people are demon, i see, come and purge
i hit a little herb then i pull up by the curb
i’ma hop out, rock out, get a little turnt
’cause sucker, you lame
i’ll never get up out of this game before you get burnt (burnt)
[chorus: smoke corleone]
because real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[outro: flip capone]
like when a motherf_cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave

- flip capone

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