Birdman - Cap Talk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Birdman - Cap Talk (en) Lyrics
Super is
D-rock, d-rock, d-rock
This for my
niggas who aint here
I travel some
miles to see him
Shinin like a chandelier
You aint gotta
get close to see him
Niggas talkin out they lip
I see em I
shoot above the rim
These niggas know what it is
Big drip inside my timbs
I heard em say I was broke
What the fuck these niggas
talkin bout
These niggas know
that thats cap talk
Hunnid bands
up inside a vault
Everytime we speak its
that murda talk
For a fact all these niggas
know what its bout
I know they aint havin
the shit I bought
When we up that chopp they
draw the charge
Been thru it all
these niggas pussy
When it come
to this shit ima bitch
When I see your lil homies
they starin and lookin
My hittas on go and you
better not push em
I stick to the
rappin my og be cookin
Wanted a chance when they
gave it I took it
Up in jail
everyday I was hookin
Juvenile center
I overlooked it
Heard em say I
was broke, never
But these niggas know
that its cap talk
Niggas bitches
hear when I talk
I was bangin and slangin
inside the north
Whole lotta
money I made it all
They aint from where im from
cant compare to me
Up the cutter make
em draw the charge
Ima stretch him he thinkin
bout taggin me
Real blood
I wont walk in
that club I aint paid
I aint givin
shoutouts on my page
Thankin god for
the shit that I made
This for my niggas thats
up in the grave
Wanna give up
ima do it for dave
Fuck everybody
wanna stamp me
Concrete jungle
in the hood I played
Rich gang birdman
When we up that choppa
they draw the charge
Big karma big faces
Shot em down
we will erase him
Bust it down and pop it off
Dont give a fuck
bout catchin cases
No cap straight rap in the
trap hunnid racks
Been bout it dont doubt it
Gettin money thats facts
Chandeliers marble floors
Move dope thru plenty hoes
Aliigators crocadiles
Automatic calico's
Every nigga
with me got money
Who the fuck said somethin
All this rap
shit aint nothin
I done passed it
down to my yougins
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