Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Capo the Champ , by - Capo Lee. Song from the album Capo the Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.11.2017
Record label: Capo Lee
Song language: English
Capo the Champ |
| Yeah |
| Unlocking |
| Yo |
| Rolling with the brodie Shay |
| Real ting, no protégé |
| Chase mula, bands in the air |
| Can’t cope when I make it rain |
| Go H•A•M and I’m doing up booth |
| Still fuck with the trappers, though |
| Still tryna get that bando plaque |
| Sold more than a thousand wraps |
| Need more than a thousand straps |
| Blow them opps away |
| Too much hate and observay |
| Keep them cops away |
| Grind hard in the council flats |
| Seen more than a thousand cats |
| Charging phones in traps |
| How you gonna cope with that? |
| Curls in my hair, that’s wild |
| Tryna get bands in now |
| Stepped in the room with style |
| Looked at my girl like «wow» |
| Free up the mandem now |
| Rolled on my own for a while |
| Tryna make papers pile |
| Then I came back around |
| Life’s mad, I had both ways |
| Understand I had broke days |
| On the grind, I banged coke waves |
| Man hate, I don’t note names |
| I’m the guy, I self-proclaim |
| Linked her for that throat game |
| Tag-team but you’re both lame |
| Unlock, that’s the quote name |
| Summer trap and I do rain |
| Blacked-out like I’m Bruce Wayne |
| Chase dough like I’m Usain |
| Next year, I’ll cop two chains |
| Smile now 'cause I knew pain |
| Hollow tip, that’s a new pain |
| Tucked down when that woo came |
| Make tunes, I don’t do fame |
| Class A, that’s a loose game |
| Grown now, I don’t do ends |
| Everyday, you’ve got new friends |
| Everyday, I get new bread |
| I don’t care if your shoe’s red |
| I’m on the M-way doing road rage |
| Show money, that rotate |
| 36, that’s a whole K |
| Known P, I don’t show face |
| Fuck the gang that your friend’s in |
| Spare shell for your bredrin |
| Move pipe to your peng ting |
| Push weight like I’m benching |
| All this trap in your song, bro |
| Went jail for some next ting |
| Coolie hair when I’m flexing |
| On the grind, that’s no resting |
| Trap boy, so I know bricks |
| Ten bags, that was '06 |
| In the circle, have no pricks |
| On your strip, receive pole tricks |
| I ain’t trusting these new girls |
| Give the world to my old chick |
| Load it up, get the whole clip |
| I don’t wanna hear no lip |
| Charge it to the game |
| Yeah, all this grinding in the rain |
| Yeah, had my brain going insane |
| Tryna make the situation out here change |
| Yeah, charge it to the game |
| Yeah, all this grinding in the rain |
| Yeah, had my brain going insane |
| Tryna make the situation out here change, swag |