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snap capone - intro كلمات الأغنية

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in that cla talking mad greaze
it’s headshots when i slap these
gun in my pocket like some house keys
i’ll shoot the whole strip then i’m outie
i know the feds wanna mark duggan me
but i stay with my stick, still ducking these
got some fresh dots, berettas and some fresh glocks
i know the plug, i phone him up “i need ten box”
if they send subliminals we send ten shots
n_gga’s gone mad f_cking round with me
the ak’s down my leg real casually
cause a casualty, redrum catastrophe
i’m whipping up food, this ain’t scrambled eggs
the buj same colour as malcolm x
i’m in the x4 talking coke prices
gonna rob the link if the price rises
i make my heat rise like the f_cking climate
thirty shots to his chest leaves him lifeless
in the kitchen whipping chicken, tennessee’s
half a chicken n_gga that’s eleven g’s
£550 shoes, big saint laurent’s
if she sees this money i bet she comes
imma f_ck these b_tches one by one
i’m strapped with this big terminator gun
my n_gga’s doing life, i’m still optimistic
you’ve never caught a body, let’s be realistic
if a body got dropped you know i did it
from pecky to wooly you know i blow my biscuit
i don’t rate man, betray, wave, spray man
i tan skin, spray tan, i’m a grave man
the mossberg pump, that’s the broomstick
one dump chump you’ll be wounded
look i was in jail riding stiff time
now it’s eighteen carat gold on my wrist line
i send one hundred shots when it’s stick time
the mac turn your face into fragments
i only speak money, i don’t know broke language
getting head in that pearl white aston vanquish
your n_gga got merked, never rid for him
my stick foreign, whip foreign, chick foreign
d_ck blowing, wrist glowing
make a k!lling off that white girl, pistorius
counting up racks, free older snap
free nutty too, the slug will split your mind in two
imma bang her on my ones, i don’t need no crew
you’ll be hooked to tubes when the uzi booms
n_gga said it’s beef so i’m loading up
look i can have his chest all opened up
paramedics on the scene tryna close him up
golden sh_lls loaded in this golden gun
n_ggas turned g’s, since when akh?
the ar breaks his chest and makes his neck snap
i’m rolling round with zish n_gga f_ck police
look he can get five from that f for free
i left school, no dough had to trap hard
now my slate of buj is flatter than a bankcard
never judge a book by its cover, read the whole book
this cocaine’s whiter than george bush
i remix work, turn one to three
this big .45 is my bestie
i don’t do love, i need a straight freak
caribbean weave, come taste me
i’m speeding in that two_door wavey
i’m just tryna beat then i’m swayze
i’m talking persian rugs in the penthouse
i’m just happy that they let young spent out
they call us amg boys, we get the benz out
ray_ban shades, i ain’t slept in days
counting up this money till my head aches
in the cut playing fabulous’ s.o.u.l tapes
n_gga f_ck a rap career, i’m drug dealing
in the s_class with the suede ceiling
in the dorchester hotel’s where we hold our meetings
f_ck these f_ckboys, we ain’t seeing even
these n_ggas ain’t g’s they’re some boys for me
i was shooting guns, you was watching toy story
my name should beat guns like the boy cory
look i’ve got more than a thousand war stories
let a n_gga stunt, he can make the news
mummy’s boy’s dead, should have stayed in school
all i know is murder, i don’t know no different
with the toast i get real close, let the burner kiss him
i break down bricks, i don’t do karate
i can teach you how to do this, i’m mr miyagi
how’s the mac_10 spray? issey miyake
b_tches calling me papi from london straight to miami
last week’s swag cost a salary
the tec’s singing like amy winehouse, valerie
i f_cked all my girl’s friends now she’s mad at me
look i carry heat and spit rapidly
talk tough you’ll be jukked up
throw shots, the pump will hit a n_gga close up
in the sauna balling n_gga adrien broner
casino lifestyle n_gga playing poker
r.i.p my n_ggas n_gga free my n_ggas
chinchilla jacket n_gga f_ck them other n_ggas
b_tches talking birkin bags and red bottoms
spending that n_gga’s p’s cause you know the feds got ’em
wanna put a stop to my shine like a set of curtains
the trey shoots or the semi bursting
i’m bad boy snap, i’ll blaze any person
i’ll shoot him in his skin, about i’m moving nervous

- snap capone

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