Lyrics:
do
Stay focused keep achieving
And the blessings you gon keep receiving
Find a ways, no app
All the way, no map
By the way, no cap
We on the way, know
Sweet Tea
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Think you know me but you really don't
Say you'll run up but you know you really won't
That's cap so you minus well stop
Glocks, what kind of car you got?
I tell em "Brooklyn cotch"
Johnnie Walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
I drink a nigga up under the table
the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live
the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live
good, some of them relapsed (backslid)
Some of them act just like bitches, hop-scotch and jacks (hella wigs)
When there's game being givin', kick back
caps so I watch my style
Cock and grab
Open up shop and draft
Quarter bags all of that
Water lasts shorter halves
Have ya comin back cause I'm fourth
perfect ashtray take outs by the sea
They have you're special brand of photo's and scotch
No need for a watch
'Cause time is not inflicted in the banyan
on crunchy water
There's perfect ashtray take outs by the sea
They have you're special brand of photo's and scotch
No need for a watch
'Cause time is not
fast
Talk your trash (Drop you fast)
Never jock a cat
I will blast
Shot is stacked
Rock your hair
Watch my mirror
Stocking caps so I watch my
tô piando na zone
Bitch olha pro meu bonde ela quer ela quer
Bitch olha pro meu bonde ela quer ela quer
Mano eu não tô brincando no cap no cap
Wisky na
prince to a king: Tone Soprano
You ain't no capo, no cap, imma cap ‘em—wack like bats to clavicles, smack ‘em
Bones cracked, I package the powder
People
cagn stu bicchier ca s ver ca se rut a sot
Gia e frnut e giur nun l egg vevut fors m sara carut
Qual brut qua veremut nun m fa fa brut
Er nu scotch
like ''this nigga is better than you''
So I be like hey who?
Okay who?
Who is that wack nigga
Who is that cap nigga
I be speakin facts nigga
Back
hop scotch
We the ones really had the block hot
We the ones really had the block hot
You running out of time no clock work
Fuck love I cant find her
all know he ain’t really rolling like that
Always flexing fake shit always full of cap (That's cap)
Okay, I admit I was pretty dumb
Going through a lot
bar
Che sian belle che sian brutte
Tutte
Sono al bar sulla slot
Con lo scotch nel bicchiere
La smania di chi beve
Perso più di mille sere
Il bar mi lega
jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor
or some'n
Gang gang, he ain't flippin' no shit
Yo' bitch do the same thing, but I ain't changin'
This Scotch got me real fucked up, she finna get fucked up
the private hall, the lion's home (uh)
Sippin' scotch, tell 'em ready, set, go
(Ooh) you'll learn what war is like (say what?)
I'm ducking straight
jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor
on the first try
Villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
And he won't stop
the Night status
Compare-moi à personne dans ton rap queb
Ton premier handicap, c'est ton Yankee cap
Young fashion God, Denis Gagnon, fancy rap
Realest
só o scotch sabe da verdade
se for pra se apegar então nem vem
seu beijo é um vicio , pure cocaine
cê sabe faço isso pra te ver bem
que só faço isso
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