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run - kid caprio lyrics

running from the flat
when i hit em back
jumping to the hoop
when im stunting on track
wonder what i do foo it ain’t nothing just trust that if i shoot youll get blew black

got
k!llt that track with
facts with intacts
this new attack and conquer
rap for longer
passion stronger
eric clapton spazzing on ya
master god or
called your father
acid rot
as hot as lava
ill go bad as jackson
avalenchaning
when its crashing on ya
back in prada
i dont wear saint
they been on the fast sh*t
they just run away
ill write another smash it
just another day
call this the passion
yeah you know my name
gats my reaction yeah that boy insane
i drip all raf down to my mqueen
getting that bag and spitting that flame
i ain’t tripping with a flag im winning that game and you might need hazmat sh*t im saying if i switch up my lane then i get at your b*tch i dont need the chain for you to get that im rich everything they saying they ain’t rеally said sh*t like i said they been afraid living in the matrix but im finna gеt away take you to the basics it look like a parade where my new place is we sip bombae and we have to pace it if we talking real estate its location if taking liquor no i dont chase it if you wanna suck d*ck hoe go taste it or ill go get your replacement i just get might get a new lexus your dress not fresh then you can’t sit but it go ride motherf*cker ride motherf*cker
i might slide with a rubber
rhyme at your mother
b*tches trynna hide with eachother
im on some other sh*t
hopped off the pole
got right on my d*ck
might reload
in the couchie theo
in the studio
new cheat code
05 mike vick
heard you hoes dont like my sh*t
i dont give a f*ck hoe finna run it up
no luck im stuck in spiteful lit
ill never get enough
snow on the bluff
said open it up
i ride with a stick
i bite like a pit
ill slide with your b*tch
and bet that imma grind
my time i exist
ill rewind the eclipse
then get straight to it
b*tches just hate cause they do it
it ain’t really nothing debate
when i play all day
i trade your b*tch stay ruined
go all state im husain cooling
go bruce wayne
picking up a new chain
where tools bang
and the cops ask
if do you slang
get kilt fast end up in the news mane

johhny cash
the new mick jagger
a moving astronaut on some smooth assassin fluent past it
who could last for longer
to manuever stacks
i schooled the class
the hoover dams upon us
and then through the ashes
who is cashius
knew his ass was honest
got this
fashion i
feel like jt
and i feel like ibeen shaq with it since 18
so im finna cash in and get a ap
i ain’t got no rational what it made me
so i might go actual maybe really stack little finna go national with a late fee so just dress casual get great seat got my head on my dash saying man this ain’t p i could teach you how to rap with the do re mi see i been trynna get this sh*t a couple of ways i got a double cup that nothing i fill up with is cheap and what i eat after that its just the subtle complaints get to thinking with the heat sh*t sweet but see they bleed want me locked up in a cage im finna repeat with the lead you weak im speed my cleatsll leave you f*cking amazed and i been busting them things from the chucks to the j’s dont give a f*ck if its nothing to chase i dont give a f*ck awh shucks to the case b*tch get stuck get one to the face sh*t get rough im puffing to sp*ce and it ain’t no cuff you in love with the dranks alright listen up we bringing guns to the banks b*tch are you dumb you should run from this place

- kid caprio lyrics

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