| Felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| Been havin' that happy hour
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| Presidential Rolex, I declare
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| I don’t care what they doing over there
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| Wrap my dreads in a ponytail
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| I thumb through the cash right in front of folks
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| AK on the yacht, that’s my banana boat
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| South Florida for the winter, I got sunburn
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| Half you niggas was some suckers in the lunchroom
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| I don’t care about the tats on your face
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| Them bitches cost 15 dollars
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| I don’t care about the pills that you take
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| Them bitches cost 15 dollars
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| I’m a rich nigga, I take rich drugs
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| Smoking gas and drinking lean in the strip club
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| Got too many kids to play with you niggas
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| I’m lost for words, nothing to say to you niggas
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| I got a Maybach, a Chevelle, a Drophead
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| A Wraith, a Audi, Infinity
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| Got a tour bus that’s long as a fucking centipede
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| Got a Panamera, a duely and a sling
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| Cappin', I’m cappin', I’m cappin', I’m cappin'
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| I put it in your face like a motherfucking napkin
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| Got me a Sprinter just to play the fucking game in
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| At nighttime I turn that bitch to the Days Inn
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| Two crosses on and they looking like «Ay man»
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| They looking at me like I’m paid man
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| It’s nothing much that I can say man
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| ‘Cause my actions speak louder than my fragrance
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| Felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| I felt like cappin'
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| Felt like cappin' |