Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Capitol, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 31.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Capitol |
| It’s a little brighter in here than usual |
| Gon' have to smoke a lil' extra, L |
| This Jet Life, don’t scrub, you blot that |
| Flow rugs in the Porsche, I’m out front and got my top back |
| Label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap |
| Watching these niggas borrow game |
| Not acknowledging where they got that |
| Though I fall back, let 'em run with that |
| Consider those my rebel kids |
| Clashing with they father figure |
| When they know they wan' be just like him |
| Where might I have been without my pen |
| To scribble about what I done with 'em |
| Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims |
| I’m good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins |
| At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch |
| Plotting up, I’m counting up, going for it cause I go and get it |
| So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tires skinny |
| Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins |
| Vacationing, two nights spending, I ain’t tripping |
| Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that |
| Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags |
| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV |
| And my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it |
| I do it like I’m, L |
| 2 Chainz! |
| Yeah! |
| You know I do it like I’m doing it for do |
| Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like two watches |
| My reputation, detonation on destination |
| I separated, elevated: get salutation |
| I’m seldom seen in forest green, foreign machine |
| Dirty South but the engine clean and that pussy clean |
| Criminal thing, a criminal mind |
| I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I’ma bring them alive |
| Riding shotgun, with that K on the side |
| Bitches that I’m done with, let 'em lay on the side |
| Clock on your mind, I’m ahead of your time |
| Hublot transform like Optimus Prime |
| Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft |
| Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross, whoop! |
| I’m fantasizing a tantalizing experience |
| Bitches like photography, I just take a pick |
| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV |
| And my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it |
| I do it like I’m, L |
| I’m up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims |
| Somewhat a pimp, all them gangsta bitches fuck with him |
| Bring duckets in, when records wasn’t really bumping |
| They was in love with him, to see him balling is like drugs to them |
| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in |
| Ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him |
| They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper |
| I’m all that, but I’m stingy, you ain’t write nan' one of these raps |
| And love, I’m so serious, you might get high from hearin' it |
| Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent |
| Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks |
| We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt |
| It’s Jet Life over e’ry bitch |
| And e’ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back tryna take care of them |
| We get high, we laugh at them |
| I swear ain’t no comparin' them to no nigga in my area |
| This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them |
| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV |
| And my reputation precedes me |
| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D |
| Going hard, making it look easy |
| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it |
| I do it like I’m, L |
| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in |
| Ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him |
| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in |
| She ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him |
| They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper |
| I’m all that, but I’m stingy, you ain’t write nan' one of these raps |
| And love, I’m so serious, you might get high from hearin' it |
| Yeah |