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pm capo – (intro) x4 كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: pm capo]
ridin’ ’round with twenty trap p’s, but it ain’t for fent’
this n_gga said he got big runtz, but it ain’t legit
these weird n_ggas stay on d_ck ’cause they ain’t get rich
i ain’t eatin’ no bush, b_tch, shave your sh_t
smacked this loafy n_gga out his cartis, he gave me wit
i’ll never wife a broke ho, couldn’t pay me, b_tch
shout out to fraud, on god, that sh_t made me rich
yeah, i’ll tie a n_gga up, make him hit a bundle
d_mn, how you ugly and broke? b_tch, pick a struggle
hit up coney island, burger hittin’, make my pickles double
paralyze a n_gga, do him how they did pippen’s brother, ayy
paralyzed from the nеck down
b_tch, you can keep that bougie tw_t, i want the neck now
bеnd her over on the v, yeah, i’m tryna dent doors
bum n_gga brought his re_up money to like ten stores
doggy wasn’t tryna play his role, so he got sent for
i ain’t arguin’, i just say less, but i meant more
brodie told me only chase the mug and not stress wh0res
i never drive a bucket, catch me shootin’ outta x4s
yeah, gang, we too legit
ran outta attempts for the stoash, had to uber it
hit this lil’ b_tch, her head smart, but got stupid lips
don’t ask how much i paid for this watch, b_tch, google it
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
move, b_tch, get out my way, i feel like ludacris
just ’cause you kinda bad, that don’t mean you gettin’ your coochie l!cked
f_ck some benihanas, took the b_tch on jefferson and bucharest
i been up rap hustlin’ for three days, i could use some rest
so many chains on right now, i need two chests
i’ma need a notherf_ckin’ neck, i get a new necklace
got the p_ssy quicker than a f_ckin’ plane ride, you ever flew to texas?
i’m a street n_gga
forty racks on your head, it’ll get deep, n_gga
you ain’t takin’ sh_t from me, and i don’t keep pistols
take four 30s at one time, i ain’t a weak n_gga (nah)
blow your f_ckin’ head off your neck, i won’t beef with you
bae, i gotta get a credit check before i sleep with you
my b_tch went through my phone, ain’t have sh_t but mp3s in it
perc’ and a honey pack, just f_cked a b_tch for thirty_three minutes
i’m talkin’ thirty minutes straight without stoppin’, i’m weak_winded
a n_gga throw a shot at us, we on defense
i swung on a n_gga, mike popped him up, they thought timmy did
if a n_gga got k!lled in 2012, me or remy did it
i just made forty racks, why you waitin’ on your stimulus?
i hate gettin’ into shootouts when i’m high, i’m always missin’ sh_t
cali plug say he lookin’ for me, i’m in michigan
just ran off with a hundred ‘bows from an indian
seen my n_gga say some hatin’ sh_t and i ain’t feelin’ it
makin’ love to the p_ssy, attempt murder, i ain’t k!llin’ it
n_gga, this is my flow, i ain’t switchin’ it
i can really tell you said some bullsh_t, but i ain’t listenin’
yeah, i broke my b_tch heart, i ain’t fixin’ it
and i whooped a b_tch ass at walmart, you know i’m ignorant
[verse 3: young dreaded]
i got a b_tch from pontiac, i got a b_tch in flint
i’m in beecher right now gettin’ my socks blown behind the tints
n_gga, where your ppp? where your stimulus?
make sure you got more money comin’ in than money spent
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bag, it’s irrelevant
me and cap brought this spice talkin’ sh_t to connecticut
a couple p’s of pink runtz, roll it up and i’m inhalin’ it
you try to sell me fake lean, you insulting my intelligence
robbed every plug that i knew way back in 2016
a thousand_eight grams times two, that’s twenty_sixteen
that n_gga young dreaded on his sh_t, he doin’ big things
’bout to pull up at the chicken spot now and order six wings
i told the b_tch i ain’t got no kids, she still call me daddy
b_tch, me, rio, and louie ray was sippin’ red in cali
i hit a l!ck in the town and got low and pulled up in the valley
don’t make me call lil’ cuz ’cause you know that n_gga trigger happy
in ct, every city that’s dangerous, i hit stains in it
i can show you how i blew past n_ggas, but i ain’t explainin’ it
f_cked a n_gga wife and she called it an entanglement
i thought you had the bag, lil’ n_gga, where your paper went?
where your bread at? (yeah)
she like where the stratford n_gga with the dreads at?
that n_gga came to ct trippin’, got his head cracked
that n_gga told on his mans, i can’t respect that, nah
i was ridin’ in the ‘vette with two p’s and a shh on me
you know real g’s move in silence just like bologna
when you make it to the top, a lot of friends start movin’ real phony
bad lil’ b_tch gon’ throw the neck, but she don’t know me
[outro: young dreaded]
yeah, uh
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
huh
yeah
uh

- pm capo

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