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coochie allstar game - pm capo lyrics

[verse 1: pm capo]

catch a goofy lacking on the strip knock his top off
ya foreign got a note, ain’t pay ya bill now the car stop (repo)
they say that n*gga capo always walk around with large knots
my n*ggas still kickin in them doors
f*ck a hard knock
223’s have a christian praying up to allah
all you see is benzes flashing like you watching shottas (bloodclaat)
if you see me at a red light, crackers prolly stopped us
free my n*gga doing fed time he was always glocked up (glitttt)
most you n*ggas always posting poles ain’t never popped nothing (nah)
the same n*ggas that get it up’d on em, then tell the cops something
what you know bout sleeping wit semis waking up cause cops coming (what you know about that)
what you know bout playing them trenches waking up cause glocks bussing (glocks bussing)
i remember days when i would sit around playing 2k now wе counting blues and drilling now
they love it whеn we pull up to the spot and got the ceiling down
she hate me cause i told her she a thot get out my business now
heard that he a stand up n*gga, let me sit him down
my michigan n*gga told he me he low ok i’ll ship it now
been doing sba’s all day i heard it’s hitting now (hitting now)
her coochie getting popped all ways when it’s liquor out (liquor out)
pour the remy on her coochie got it dripping down (dripping drown)
pour the remy in her coochie let me sip it out (let me sip it)
nah i’m cappin b*tch i heard that you a stripper now
we some coochie scouts but that coochie done been around
call my n*gga yn jay when i’m in the town, told him that i need the fattest coochies and he sent them down
asked them if they take cashapp , they said send it now
bro ain’t never paid for the coochie but he spending now
call my n*gga yn jay when i’m in the town, told him that i need the fattest coochies and he sent them down
asked them if they take cashapp , they said send it now
bro ain’t never paid for the coochie but he spending now
[ verse 2: rio da yung og]

i just hopped off the greyhound from a pill run
i ain’t play at the playground i had a real gun
used to shoot at n*ggas everyday,that was real fun
she can’t really suck d*ck like that,she got a lil tongue
i had to call my brother jay he a coochie scout, rex was the first one in da hood to bring ruchies out
lyrical put on a hard beat, i bring the lil tunechi out me
my momma drink lean,the only one can get a deuce up out me
i can’t let another n*gga talk loose around me
i’m a crack baby, used to pop n*ggas
that’s the truth about me
how the f*ck them n*ggas looking for me, i’m at truth prolly
throwing money standing on the table in my booth prolly
i don’t supposed to carry guns n*gga i’m a felon
but i got a gun on my hip i hope you ain’t tellin
imma short you every time ya come cop
i hope you don’t scale it
lou found some wok and ain’t sell me a drop man i’m so jealous
i’m a ghetto boy b*tch, can’t you see the chain
put a hole in his melon with the ‘k’, i can see his brain
my lil b*tch p*ssy get so wet, it don’t need to rain
made so much pape, i can’t stay the same
imma need to change
even when i ain’t have sh*t, i let ‘em keep the the change
monkey nuts on the ‘ar’ i don’t need to aim
dropped so many shots before i stopped, the police had came
why you need my my government bro
rio da yung og my name
louie ray: yea (f*ck) ok aiigh

rio da yung og : (ghetto boy sh*t
mmm mmm m you know what the f*ck going on, it’s rio da yung og, waddup capo)

[verse 3: louie ray]

you ain’t gotta know my govern .. aiiiiight you ain’t gotta know my numb aiiigh
you ain’t gotta know my government bro it’s on my chain
you can leave me in the streets
bet my nuts hang , imma try to catch up hit him close ra*
imma try to catch up with the n*gga hit him close range
i can break the bag down or sell the whole thang
the watch that i just bought today cost a whole thang
my b*tch look straight, but even better with the nose ring
her cat too wet, id rather stand in the cold rain
a thousand dollars and 2 thousand dollars for the shoe game
n*ggas still playing nba* (aiight i’m next)
n*ggas playing nba jams, but this a new game
i can jump a dunk from half court this ain’t 2k
i can jump a dunk from half
court this ain’t 2k
fake n*gga blow him off the top like a toupee(shiiit!) (f*ckk!)
i ain’t beans but i shot him in his hand he usually roll weed with
when you out here in cali wit me n*gga you don’t need sh*t !
i ain’t blood but i’m from the mud, and you don’t believe sh*t
you got a gun and start playing tough, you never seen sh*t
this the the 4th wall watch, you know it’s weed in the whip
i think i do but then again i don’t need me a b*tch
[verse 4: rmc mike]

(b*tchh!)
(drac* drac* )
drac with a drum, when i shoot i don’t aim for sh*t
jay got me using auto tune, i can’t sing for sh*t
a n*gga used to be the open act, now i’m the main event
i just f*cked my b*tch and her friend, that’s an entanglement
drank got a n*gga moving slow, but i’m driving fast
you ain’t never sold a whole brick, with yo lying ass
multiply this subtract twice, this dividing class
plastic pints f*cked up my life i gotta find glass
i’m still trynna f*ck keri hilson with her fine ass
it’s f*cked up my brother got indicted for a dime bag
smoke 60 woods with yo b*tch, made her mind crash
mcclaren got 300 on the dash , i’m finna fly pass
out in cali making all grease it’s just me and monk
ran outta bullets for my glock, imma bring the pump
louie bought 10 percocets, told him leave me one
i can’t find a b*tch to save my life imma breed me one

[verse 5: yn jay]

(f*ck!)
(aiigh we gonna do it like that ok)
i’m on level 70 when you see me up, why the f*ck you (ahhhh)
why the f*ck you get down on ya mans you ole greedy b*tt
freak b*tch tried to steal from you
you ole greedy b*tt
i don’t want no f*cking h*llcat, i want a bentley truck (aaaaaaaaah) and it’s coming too
i want mines in all 20’s and i’m thumbing through
d*mn this b*tch walls wide open , this b*tch coochie poo
b*tch i gotta f*ck yo friend with you if she coming too
yo bestfriend ain’t sh*t, you ain’t nothing too
stack money for a n*gga like me, it ain’t nothing to it
everybody on the bench a shooter ahhhhh
everybody on the bench shooting they get buckets too
i can throw a allie i can shoot i can dunk it too
n*gga f*ck yo followers i got a hundred too
riding with with a hundred something thousand like a hundred too
even if i’m on a water bed i’m not comfortable, you surviving off unemployment you a monthly dude

- pm capo lyrics

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