Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Capri-Sun, artist - Aj Tracey. Album song Lil Tracey - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AJ Tracey
Song language: English
Capri-Sun |
| Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on |
| Handed the ting to my runner like a baton |
| Always got my hood up, or I got a hat on |
| Spurs v.s. |
| anyone, man’ll put a bag on |
| Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice |
| You can’t war with man cuh' you’ll lose |
| Now I’ve got sponsors nicing man shoes |
| Mandem are next to make your man snooze |
| Meeting at nine, but I’m gonna sleep late |
| I be spinning clubs, suttun like a DJ |
| Now I’m getting dough, so I’m tryna eat great |
| Leader of the gang, call a brother TJ |
| Run a man down, call a brother Piqué |
| Still up in the Grove, call a man CJ |
| I was with Wiley stirring up a heatwave |
| If a chick’s got a mad back get a replay, yeah |
| Bro, I’m on a mad one |
| If I’m heading up to Brum, I holla SafOne |
| I got a brother who don’t even have an Apple ID |
| That will hold his finger down until the Mac’s done |
| Yeah they wanna talk loads, it’s a minor |
| Cuh' they’re stuck up in a hole like a miner |
| I cut them off with an axe like a miner |
| Bangs having them look like a hit from Desiigner, mad |
| My man are on gangster behavior |
| Couple teefs wanna run with my flavour |
| If we’re doing well in West, then salute me |
| I put niggas back up on the map, I’m the saviour |
| Bros with the razor |
| Looking like COD, strapped with a lazer |
| If you had faith, ask for a favour |
| Did it on my own, I ain’t signed to a major |
| Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on |
| Handed the ting to my runner like a baton |
| Always got my hood up or I got a hat on |
| Spurs v.s. |
| anyone, man’ll put a bag on |
| Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice |
| You can’t war with man cuh' you’ll lose |
| Now I’ve got sponsors nicing man shoes |
| Mandem are next to make your man snooze |
| A beat just came, JC put the Mac on |
| Ain’t got a trim, I got a hoodie or a hat on |
| Man might pick an MC and just snap on |
| Tell a boy back off, might get spat on |
| AJ winged out, I took the baton |
| Spin man like man just put the track on |
| Yeah, niggas chatting about sales, oh please (lowe it) |
| Only plaque you’ve got in your teeth |
| K-M-T, L-O-L |
| Suck your girl, go to hell |
| Red or blue? |
| Pop a pill |
| You’re industry, I’m off the rails |
| Word for word, truly don |
| Got the juice, Rubicon |
| On the set, you be lost |
| Not a shellers, who you conning? |
| Mad when you put me on a verse |
| Put me on the beat, get it acapella, could be worse |
| Cuh' man get handy with the flows |
| Skip on the beat then hang you with the rope (man down) |
| I pull up on antics |
| Always got a pack and a bottle when I’m landing |
| Chipmunk stands out so they can stand him |
| Me nuh give a fuck though, still getting bands in |
| Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on |
| Handed the ting to my runner like a baton |
| Always got my hood up or I got a hat on |
| Spurs v.s. |
| anyone, man’ll put a bag on |
| Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice |
| You can’t war with man cuh' you’ll lose |
| Now I’ve got sponsors nicing man shoes |
| Mandem are next to make your man snooze |
| I do it for the P’s and I do it for the flows |
| Walk in the club, bare yats for the deal |
| Bare peach backs in the place doing wobble |
| But it looking like I’m cooling off of Jellyfish Fields |
| Tell a yat in ya face, can’t pay for your meals |
| Fuck postcode beef, I just want bills |
| Girls wanna stay round, girls wanna film |
| Girls wanna brag and show friends couple stills |
| AJ, I’ll spin a big man for a laugh |
| Cause I’ve had more wheels than you’ve had hot baths |
| Mask on my face like I don’t want SARS |
| And I make more bread, I employ more staff |
| Man’s got a manager, man’s got a stylist |
| Man’s got bare sauce but you can’t buy this |
| Man’s got a lawyer, man’s got an agent |
| I make a next stack every time I close my eyelids |
| Trapaholics voice drop, where did you find this? |
| Scrapping on a big back, man’a just whine it |
| If she ain’t a 10, nah I won’t dine it |
| Award on my shelf, now I’ve gotta shine it |
| You thought that was your flow, but I designed it |
| They was catting for the EP but I timed it |
| better, combed on the top |
| Skin fades on the sides and I just line it |
| Walk in the stu, then I turn the Mac on |
| Handed the ting to my runner like a baton |
| Always got my hood up or I got a hat on |
| Spurs v.s. |
| anyone, man’ll put a bag on |
| Capri-Sun, boy, yeah, I got the juice |
| You can’t war with man cuh' you’ll lose |
| Now I’ve got sponsors nicing man shoes |
| Mandem are next to make your man snooze |
| Snooze, Mac on |
| Ting, baton |
| Hood up, Hat on |
| Anyone, Bag on |
| Juice, Lose |
| Shoes, Next |
| Snooze |