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i admit it - ro kapone lyrics

[pre chorus: ro kapone]
i just might turn up the trap
i just might cut all my prices in half
thirty eight special i’m strapped
i really came from nothing ran up a bag
she got that water splash
michael phelps that’s only right i went swimming
plug threw that sack like a quarterback
all these plays just like we running a scrimmage

[chorus: ro kapone]
i admit it i’m crazy
i talk to my egg beater
i admit it i’m crazy
i be talking to dead people
i admit it i’m crazy
hold conversations with my pistol
i admit it i’m racist
i don’t f-ck with you n-gg-s

[verse 1: g-roc da dealer]
big dealer i guess you can say that the dealer be crazy
in plus a young n-gg- beat the pot like slavery
they say that this sh-t is amazing
they say that this sh-t is amazing
f-ck n-gg- played me
how could you try me and play me
thinking this sh-t is all gravy
i’m a send that little p-ssy n-gg- straight to grady
project baby coming straight out the 80’s
motivation very high on my scale
i drop a whole on the top of the scale
i’m dedicated to the game little n-gg-
so dealer will never ever ever tell
da dealer be booming that sh-t like a boomerang
coming back in this bit like a hurricane
i get money, get money like every day
disrespect and i promise your body lay
’cause them games little n-gg- don’t wanna play
call me mr. big dealer okay? okay
i be crazy little lady so f-ck you pay me
call me mr. go getter i get it lady
in the trenches i’m serving them now and laters
tell them f-ck n-gg-s that i don’t need a favor
balmain jeans in the trenches them b-tches tailored
its da dealer little n-gg- i’m amputated

[verse 2: ro kapone]
i beat up the dope domestic violence
i ain’t f-cking with these n-gg-s right hand on the bible promise i tried it
she already done ate up the d-ck i just wanna see little mama ride it
i can’t wait till the summer to cut off the top to adjust to the climate
somersault watch how money flip
cook the dope with a spoon in the candle
she said i’m way too much for her to handle
she say she want the d i’m julius randal
kick rocks if you ain’t spending no credit
drop the seven call b8 it’s tested
i added arm and hammer to stretch it
he got in that room and he confessed it
i’m dripping this flavor so watch where you step
i ran up a check an i’m ’bout out of breath
i ain’t really had the time to kick it with these n-gg-s i been way across the country
came home dropped the ticket f-cked the city up the trap ain’t never stopped jumping

[verse 3: shug da joog]
focused on the money run it up
they got a problem with me coming up
live from the trap bout to turn it up
try me we’ll be fixing to burn ’em up
i’m a hit her but i can’t save her
gas pack taste like lifesavers
cali plug was a life saver
blueberry honey my favorite flavor
they don’t really live the lifestyle
got them racks i’m talking right now
i’m a boss off in my own league
ran a sack up off of strong trees
she give me top she got strong knees
an she got a couple of homies
p-ssy n-gg- never been a threat
ain’t no checking me cause i get a check
i beat her down i’m piping
can’t f-ck with him ’cause he shiesty
hit the plug and he send ’em in
i break ’em down for the dividend
these f-ck n-gg-s don’t like it
’cause they wanna be just like me
but they can’t find the price

- ro kapone lyrics

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