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snap capone – fire in the streets كلمات اغاني

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[verse]
wintertime rolling round with tem
we’re still on the ends, no two for tens
n_ggas want beef, let the war commence
i’ll shoot him with the trey cause it’s excellent
new twelve gauge, i cut the nose off
now the pump’s looking like it had a nose job
all i talk is money, n_ggas b_tching why?
they had me up in jail, i did a thousand nights
my n_gga’s still trapping, lives that trapping life
me and my n_gga chess at the traffic lights
shout out my brother spiggs, home soon akh
rolling round with kurdish, jackson like i’m curtis
i got a picture from my n_gga billy
rolling round in that tt, me and my n_gga busy
i’m with my brown chick and she sold tick
twenty_five i’m talking bout a whole brick
these f_ckboys don’t f_cking know sh_t
i love toys but trust me i’m no kid
they don’t want beef, tell ’em strap up a whole clip
cashmere jumper with my f_cking gucci loafers
s&m that’s a madness
beef ’em outside like some campers
guns gon’ shoot like some cameras
i don’t play fair, catch me up in mayfair
talking business b_tch, you’ve been a pr_ck
olive skin chick from marrakesh
engaged to the streets, we ain’t married yet
i let this gun blow like a clarinet
i rep for my borough like harriet
pop tools, p_ssy n_ggas, brothels
hop out the vauxhall, pop all the streets, apostles
i’ll see you at the crossroad
two tecs, yin_yang twins
gun in my suit, big man ting
if that big suss brings man in
westfield shopping, me and bim
get a n_gga whacked n_gga okey_dokey
godfather snap call me corleone
n_ggas mad cause i f_cking speak to coley
n_ggas mad _ on a roley
these f_ck n_ggas, i don’t trust n_ggas
i’m in the c_class in the cut n_gga
white tee, balmain jacket
i’m in the x3, you’re standing in the rain f_ggot
top floor panoramic
with the .45, snap capone i’m real callous
i’m a fly boy, emporio armani
i don’t wanna talk unless it involves money
guess what? this jacket’s from guess darg
i’ll shoot hit his head top, head rock
up close and personal, red dot
head, chest, neck shot
rest off, turn a n_gga cabbage, veg oh
i be in the lex with a tec darg
i don’t take chat n_gga take guap
vip lounge, we’re in the best spot
turn a n_gga’s hoodie to a vest top
s capone the vet darg
i remember days when the pack came
i had four b_tches just to bag ‘caine
we rented four cribs just to stash ‘caine
a few months later then the feds came
all my n_ggas trapping, we ain’t unemployed
got a porsche and some chips, no saveloy
speeding in the whip, all tinted out
squeezing the clip to get the devil out
i used to keep my gun in the neighbour’s house
then the council kicked my neighbours out
b_tches asking why they call me snap capone
i’m the reincarnation of al capone
never talk sh_t n_gga less is more
i’m all about the capital
i learned economics from the drug dealers
i be running the streets in my suede pumas
nothing personal n_gga owning business
i’ve got a k!ller team and she’s the witness
free my n_ggas in the jailhouse
i remember days sending mail out
my n_gga max was my next door
now we’re on the roads driving z4’s
all i talk is money n_gga where’s yours?
big .45 and a next tool
arabic chick speaking arabia
me and my n_ggas munching up in amalia’s
i might link dim for that bobby brown
ten out of ten, got the best in town
i’m on the m3 in the m3
profit this week, no less than ten g’s
talking half a box n_gga
front row seats to watch my n_gga box n_gga
rolls royce prints in my watch n_gga
cartier, machine and a glock n_gga
head shot n_gga, drop n_gga
i don’t give a f_ck about a postcode
tryna get that roley all in rose gold
n_ggas getting dropped, sh_t was meant to be
penthouse views, no rentals g
i’m talking ’bout two grand a month n_gga
you’re too broke, you ain’t got no funds n_gga
your chick left, that’s no fun n_gga
that’s why she’s round me and my n_ggas

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