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lirik lagu capo lee - leathers on

[verse 1: nico lindsay]
had a j-o-b, now i’m o-u-t e-r-e
tryna get this paper, g
get another j-o-b with the side hustle
avoid struggle, if low, gotta lay some cs
keep it straight up on a real, why hide?
some wanna lie
come like lifting a skirt and finding a manly surprise
i wanna know the fuckery they tried to disguise
i’m dishing out pies, air ones
don’t try force ’em in your ear, fear none
keep that shit over there, don’t slip over here
get hit in your ear with a sixteen
old school days on [?] sixteen
at college in a cl-ss with less than sixteen people
then hit ends, he was good in the hood
nuttin’ ever good politics in the hood

[break: capo lee]
why not?

[verse 2: blay]
i’ve got niggas on crud
i’ve got niggas that’ll run into the home and show you
that i’ve got niggas on crud
but when the tool comes out and the shit gets real
now you wanna show a nigga some love?
i stay piffing on buds, might diddy with sluts
two bill, now it’s philly in blunts
ain’t got time for a b-tch [?]
swear in my lifetime, i’ve smoked over a million scuds
a lot of them ah chat about bodies
but the only bodies they’ve got is stepping on bugs, nerds
came to the beef with your hand in your man bag
now you’re aiming at birds
why’s man aiming at birds? why’s man aiming at birds?
somebody clap this nerd

[break: capo lee]
why not?

[verse 3: rocks foe]
yo, rally with the greatest
coming against me? get a tanning and a facelift
man ah get kidnapped like madeleine mccann
they get fried in a pan like a bag of them mccain chips
man wanna talk that shit on the mic
i don’t wanna listen to what batty man ah say
spit about they trap in the bando but they ain’t weighing
bragging ’bout their [?] but they ain’t weighing
spitters wanna rally with rocky as if i’m playing
them spitters lacking backing, they couldn’t drop me any day
and i’m just saying how it gets like that
fam, i’ve got talent, know i stress my man
man wanna screw? know i’m vexed, my man
buss mic talking shit, bun your diss tracks, fam, that’s pie
brag on the mic with a bag full of lies
lift up your skirt, i’ll kick your bagpipe to the side

[break: capo lee]
why not?

[verse 4: mic ty]
mic to the wot? the livest, the wot?
the levels the highest, the wot?
if you know me, i flow tight like a knot
any rave, they’re there, dying to watch
all-black tracky, i will cycle a block
for any man trying or hyping or what
typing or not? i dare they, what?
we could swing it out on the airwaves, what?
come again, what? come again, what?
i am not one they could come against, watch
spin you, thank you, come again, boss
chin you, straight hand, come on, they lost
come again losses, come again ls
mic to the ty, they know the name well
i’m that train in the game, you’re all under the rails
got bare cds, low number of sales, that’s dreadful

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