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Lil Eazzyy
Lil Eazzyy
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It ain't no cap on it (go) Sleaze link It ain't no cap on it (yeah) (Run that money conter, baby) (Drvmlord) Bitch Uh, uh (go) How you say you want beef? You ain't on that (huh?) You be hidin' in the crib and you know that (and you know that) Niggas wanna go throw shots, we can throw that (we can throw that) In the striker ski-ed up and my coat black (huh?) Glock 19 make a nigga run a four flat (bah) No cap, but these niggas ain't on that (bah, bah, bah, bah) Pop me a Tic-Tac, you'll get toe-tagged, nigga, that's no rap We'll go leave that lil' boy with the floor at (floor at) Switchy'll clear your shit out with a Promag (great) Croppin' 'em out of the picture, no throwback (throwback) Four lines of the Trish, yeah, I pour that (yeah) We steppin' on shit like doormat (go) I was broke in the past, I can't go back (can't go back) I'ma run this shit up like I'm Bojack (go) Clips hangin' longer than what's up on Kodak (nigga) They tooky my big brother, it's up there Nah (nigga), it's really up there Cuz'nem spinnin' right now, I can merch it (bitch) Price on your head 'bout the cost of a Birkin My niggas, they clutchin', they lurkin', they thirsty Up on them drugs, I ain't need a Perky Just give me my gloves And my mask and my thirty (I'm on that) I hop out the whip and I'm doin' 'em dirty (skrrt, nigga) I'm on tour now, bitch, I'm bool right now Bitch, I'm mobbed in the stu' right now (yeah) I ain't even gon' lie, boy, I'm ready to crash I ain't feelin' too cool right now (no cap) Heard it's some niggas don't like that I'm under the fab But I'm feelin' too bool right now (big facts) You wanna slide, nigga, scoop right now We finna pull on the crew right now Uh (go), uh (go), nigga, I'm back on it (go) When I say, "Gang", really givin' these niggas the belt It ain't no cap on it (it ain't no cap on it) Baby say she wanna know what I'm makin' today It ain't no cap on it (it ain't no cap on it) Still on the same shit when I be out in LA This ain't no rap, homie (uh-uh) You know that I keep me a strap on me (yeah) Fuck 'round, might have the MAC on me (bitch, okay) No, you can't get you no dap, homie (uh-uh) I'll light this bitch up like a match, homie (bitch) You say that you keep you a GAT (that's cap), cap Why you ain't uppin' your strap, rat? You finna school if I scratch, splat (huh?) Tell 'em to go get they bro back (dumbass) How you say you want beef? You ain't on that (you ain't on that) You be hidin' in the crib and you know that (you know that) Niggas wanna go throw shots, we can throw that (we can throw that) In the striker ski-ed up and my coat black (and my coat black) Glock 19 make a nigga run a four flat (bah) No cap, but these niggas ain't on that (bah, bah, bah, bah) Pop me a Tic-Tac, you'll get toe-tagged Nigga, that's no rap (that's no rap) We'll go leave that lil' boy with the floor at (floor at) Switchy'll clear your shit out with a Promag (switchy) Croppin' 'em out of the picture, no throwback Four lines of the Trish, yeah, I pour that We steppin' on shit like doormat I was broke in the past, I can't go back I'ma run this shit up like I'm Bojack Clips hangin' longer than what's up on Kodak (nigga) Go, uh (it's really up there) Go Sleaze link, nigga (no cap on it) Bitch, we in the A right now, yeah (no cap on it) I'm still on tour, I'm on only on my second week though
Writer(s): Eric Allen, Isaiah Jackson, Brian Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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