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Capri Sun

de Kevin Gates

I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this
I'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and
All old shit all that we don't fuck around shit
I like this shit man

Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em
Private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

At the paul inn with the tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love song
This bullshit you sold me got inisotol no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams
Like what the fuck is you smokin' homie
Red camaro, white rally stripes
Gon' probably be on tv
Move wrong while the tool on
I'll put your ass on street beat

Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses
You're moving round with the stethoscope
Arrested for [?] to teach these
Pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke
Bend the bend with the machine gun
Like, "say hello to my little friend"
Chick I met at texaco, down here for school, not visitin'
Say it's about to get interesting, bitch say she from michigan

Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em
Private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already
Cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

Shipment just come in, drop work
In ponchatoula and springfield
Extended clip, on the nine milli
A lot of hollow tips, no refill
Imagine how the fuck we feel
In the winter time no heat here
I sleep here, all my smokers beg
Bum, and borrow for free beer
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life

Grind time it's goin' brroommm
I listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine
Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong ties
I've sold cocaine, this all the time
Favorite old song, entitled "white lines"
Watch rich people snort white lines
With white wine at dinner parties
I been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leavin' like we the party
Thuggin' on, don't mention it
Pockets full of benjamins

Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em
Private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already
Cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

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