KSI - Cap (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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KSI - Cap (en) Lyrics
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I cannot pretend if I
don't (If I don't)
Yeah, I can tell the fake from
the fraud (From the fraud)
Yeah, out here checkin' chins
for the bank (With the bank)
That's why I can't be no friends,
with no cap, ayy (With no cap)
With no cap, with no cap (Ayy)
With no cap, with no cap (Yeah)
With no cap, with no cap
Bitch, that's cap (Ayy)
Fuck up the city (Fuck it up)
My bitch, she bad, and
she diddy (She bad)
Put the Patek on her arm, she
litty (Put the Patek)
Ice, ice-cold (Cold), refriger' (Ice)
I was on the roll, kilo,
tryna get it (Kilo)
I would not sell my soul
for a billion (No)
Drop Mulsanne, got your
main-main (Bang)
Ridin' through the city, wanna
fuck with the gang (Gang)
Shawty got stuck with the gang (Gang)
Did the Bentayga, we ain't puttin'
up range (Skrrt, skrrt)
These niggas cap, they lame (Cap)
I'ma put the AP on, make it rain (Ice)
She bad, she an animal, contain (Grr)
Throwin' up the mud in a Fanta drink
I don't care if you a dud, I'ma
hit you with the flame
These hoes upset, Eddie Cane (Cane)
These niggas broke, same
ol' same (Same)
Brush my neck, my wrist,
my frame (Ice)
Bust your bitch, give
the rest to the gang
Bust my clip, fuck a vest,
I got aim (Grrah)
Fuck nigga talkin' on Twitter,
say a name (Bop-bop)
I'ma pay ten racks, they
gon' beat your brain
Ridin' in the Benz, Maybach,
what's your name? (Maybach)
I'ma drip, drip, Gucci down, Gucci
Gang (Drip drip, don't, woah)
Coolin' a bitch tryna fine me
My bread that she cookin'
is grimey (Grimey)
The product, they sellin'
like palettes
My party, I glue it like Pritt Stick
Pay at the Crystal for surfin'
Catch a new wave, nigga fishin'
People hissin'
Cuttin' their heads in the kitchen
Snakey slimes
They sell out a mate for dimes
Pay two-hundred K for rhymes
I get two-hundred K for the views
I paid five-hundred K for a cat
I got five-hundred K from that river
Niggas on different cheddar
Fuck around with that blue cheese
and that mozzarella (Milly)
Edit to show them my blue trees
Open the garden with few keys
Helen Keller when showing the panic
I don't stop winning, I
swear I'm an addict
Automatic, competition is Bueller
Cinematic when I kill it like cooler
Aromatic, they know when I'm in it
Overtime when I dunk on a cynic
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