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gold bottle boyz - bruno mali x capone lyrics

[intro]
chyea
hey

[hook: bruno mali]
ferreti boyz blocc starz that’s a whole lot of noise
and extra wolves in the villa bring the gold bottle boys
and you got fire not no poison let me s-x my secretary
i just pull up on the set flyer than a pet canary
f-ck em, hatin’ on us then f-ck em
they keep hatin’ on us then f-ck em
hating on us then f-ck em
they keep hatin’ us then f-ck em
hating on us then f-ck em
they keep hatin’ on us them f-ck em
real n-ggas in my city don’t need no introduction

[verse 1: bruno mali]
i don’t see em’ like ray charles
got the loader they can’t carry
big dog n-gga got dough that they can’t burry
this my time and i can’t spare it
they gon’ act like they can’t hear it
got a n-gga screaming out 12 hail marys just to get saved mary
watching most of my homeboys
i ain’t trusting these hose neither
catch you slipping when it’s game time keep tabs on ya like goalkeepers
sunday morning my penny loafers
take it easy like old people
me and capo got it off the stove prolly drop something make ya soul ether
black and white on that chinchilla still lookin like a old zebra
45 in that trench coat still blowing them cohibas
pour it out for them ogs getting twisted off old english
still chilling in them foreign countries them spanish b-tches speaking no english
blocc starz and the ferreti boyz hitting south beach for the kush party
got a sting ray corvette b-tch and i push start it
all white in my neighborhood sh-t that president bush started
we done scratched the surface and now we know we gotta push harder
b-tch my crib bigger than busch gardens
heard they came and gave me several chances
nightmare on my block strapped up too stepping with the devil’s dances
roll the dices he ain’t never chance it
don’t look back cuz he ain’t ever glancing
and i heard the streets keep calling his phone up but he ain’t ever answerin’
we here

[hook]

[verse 2: capone]
[?] flipping pitch and toting metal
nightmare in my dreams taking pictures with the devil
couple ounces in my jeans gotta whip em’ for it settle
you ask for krispy kreme without the box then i’ll mail em
and i been on the road wheeling the 24s
selling ounces for the low you pick em up then you go
and i been on the road
pulling ounces for the low
let’s get it
pick ups no drop offs
rari coups them tops off
sucking d-ck and she lock jaw
n-ggas playing bad and get knocked off
caught down back let shots off
red vet that’s hot sauce
2 22s for 228 n-ggas still gettin them blocks off
still gettin them blocks in got a close friends that’s mexican
plugged in on the west end get shipments shipped in
[?] i’m pitching derek jeter short stopper
close call porsche hopper
bentley coupe [?] caught more robbers
i done turned it up had to switch the swag
n-ggas hating on me nose wide open had to peep the tag
little creep -ss trying to creep past
knowing d-mn well we i’m the fast lane
done cashed out p-ssed out
n-gga lose to us be in last mane
n-gga flawless

- bruno mali x capone lyrics

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