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yachts - kid caprio lyrics

(chorus)
hold up i might f*ck ya thot
pulled up sipping soda
was it loaded i forgot
yelling slow up
rolling towed it off the lot
all my sh*t is golden
til i’m f*cking boating in the yacht

yelling f*ck up
got them thotties on d*ck
i been sipping one cup and got that shottie on his hip
guess im tripping on that luck
i put wasabi on my drip
and they be praying on my downfall but i never slip
i need a bad b*tch
that i might hit wit a ring
she be mad and savage
type that get you lit up with a beam
just a habit in manhattan
when im dripping in supreme
b*tch im glad i made it happen
i could brag on anything
im in them jeans im way too clean
b*tch my wrist what pays the team
spin them scenes defend them means
and then im spitting listerinе
mixing keem if its with me
then i be twisting with thе lean
the sh*ts serene if its a dream
then i been sent to fix the stream
and tell these b*tches
that i get it now sh*t lucrative now
got that roli daytona
and sh*t i did it with a crown
and then you know we stay floating
im whipping smoking with a pound
and them b*tches stay open
they finna go to simmer down and the
(chorus)
hold up i might f*ck ya thot
pulled up sipping soda
was it loaded i forgot
yelling slow up
rolling towed it off the lot
all my sh*t is golden
til i’m f*cking boating in the yacht

(verse 2)
yelling hold up b*tch quick
imma need the addy
now she gripping on the stick shift
been drifting in the caddy
i been sippin on some sh*t
it’s lit oh yeah i did it gladly
i’m the kid that followed big
not with the mid
they call me matty
gladly brodie with that floaty
now i’m boating everyday
they just know me
i’m resulting with that roli getting paid
only toting on that codeine
i been dope since seventh grade
and all the b*tches lonely homie
slowly pour me lemonade
you know we made it sip a cup
i’m too faded to give a f*ck
i gotta b*tch all on my d*ck
trynna get picked
trynna get stuck
i gotta stick
i gotta whip
i gotta bl!ck
i got it tucked
i gotta drip and i gotta admit
if i want i hit it
i’m not with the luck
talking the cuff must mean jean
not talking as tough with the stuff we seen
i’m not with bluff but i’m walking enough
don’t be falling in love with a tv screen
if he see green then i be chasing
if its lean then i be racing
i been fiending for supreme
since i was sleeping in the bas*m*nt
(chorus)
hold up i might f*ck ya thot
pulled up sipping soda
was it loaded i forgot
yelling slow up
rolling towed it off the lot
all my sh*t is golden
til i’m f*cking boating in the yacht

- kid caprio lyrics

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