lirik lagu 1300saint - no kap
[intro]
pushing more peter (ta)
what he said (aha)
completer, (ha ha) sweeter lil b~tch (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
yea, yea, yea
say what yea what yea lil b~tch slatt slatt slatt slatt ysl
[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr~p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh~t a f~ck n~gga ever could tell me i’m up
[verse 1]
got some more digits i’m up yea yea
i slap that hoe on her b~tt, b~tch i’m tryna fill that sh~t up yea yea
money inside this bag just hopped out a bentley truck yea yеa
i’m nun’ like yo last n~gga don’t try to mix me up yea yеa
i’m popping these ma~f~ckin tags i’m popping this sh~t yea
my new b~tch built her body and sh~t yea yea yea yea yea
i’m blowing these racks like a hobby lil b~tch yea yea yea yea yea yea
my lil n~gga be wylin’ put a bag on top yo head yea yea
[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr~p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh~t a f~ck n~gga ever could tell me i’m up
[verse 2: nine vicious]
edges laid by that n~gga b~tch (say what)
two hoes bouncing on the d~ck (lets go)
in j~pan with some fine sh~t (no cap)
i got pints sippin’ on this tris
cough syrup i ain’t ‘een sick
out the way n~gga out the mix
new rock steppin’ on this sh~t (lets go)
got boots i’m steppin’ on that b~tch
[pony tail?], rick on shoe (no cap)
she wanna’ f~ck i’m like ouu (d~mn)
i send them shots at yo crew (say what)
ion’ give a f~ck ’bout that p~ssy ass dude (b~tch)
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof (roof)
i ain’t talking ’bout ludacris but when i see her i tell that b~tch move
thirty~one days lil b~tch tryna get slayed (tryna get slayed)
she know i won’t play, she tryna’ come f~ck wit’ lil trey (yea f~ck on lil trey)
hair just slayed but no a young n~gga ain’t g~y (say what)
shoot his face, i’m cutting that boy out like i’m [mad?] (boo)
[chorus]
i got rich to pop it no cap
money ain’t a problem no cap
riding through atlanta on a scr~p
taught my youngin’ how to flip a pack
he ain’t finna’ pop it he ain’t ready
most the time my eyes really red
i’m high out my mind and you can tell it
ain’t sh~t a f~ck n~gga ever could tell me i’m up
[verse 3 1300saint & nine vicious]
got some more digits i’m up (yea yea)
i slap that hoe on her b~tt, b~tch i’m tryna fill that sh~t up (yea yea)
money inside this bag just hopped out a bentley truck (yea yea)
i’m nun’ like yo last n~gga don’t try to mix me up (yea yea)
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof
[pony tail?], rick on shoe
she wanna’ f~ck i’m like ouu
i’m wit’ lil saint in the booth, we smoking dope yea i’m high as the roof
[pony tail?], rick on shoe
she wanna’ f~ck i’m like ouu
[outro]
say what, say what, say what, say what, say what
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