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lirik lagu rotorial - captain crunch

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah
p~ssy n~gga said he gon’ k!ll me
hm, i don’t give a f~ck, i’m gon’ die anyway, haha
tell ya, yeah, yeah

[chorus: trippie redd]
talk about them p’s (p’s), got a bunch, n~gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t~~th and grab my gun, n~gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, cap’n crunch, n~gga
oh, you sippin’ on tris, we sippin’ wock’, ha, dumb n~gga
got it out the bricks, yeah, f~ck n~gga (f~ck n~gga, f~ck n~gga)
if you said it’s up, lil’ n~gga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (up)
best believe we gon’ find your b~tch ass, n~gga, i’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
we nuts, if we come (bah), we gon’ bust at ya (bah)

[verse 1: trippie redd & icewear vezzo]
f~ck a b~tch, f~ck 12, lil’ n~gga, i don’t need no cuffs, n~gga (cuffs, uh~uh)
politicin’ and pimpin’ in that ‘vette, leave a hater in the dust, n~gga (dust, skrrt)
takin’ all your sh~t, in my chain (yeah), that’s snow on tha bluff, n~gga (yeah)
now get up outta here (ha), yeah, aight (yeah), i’ma f~ck wit’ ya

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
i just flew the private out to la, come and meet me (come and meet me)
and once you land, you better be glad to see me (glad to see me)
why you can’t jump on top of me? i don’t wan’ hear nan’ reason (nan’ reason)
this brand~new ring make me feel like i won a whole season
you supposed to make me feel like a king without it on
brand new chanel, put it on
ayy, f~ck that (ayy, put it on)
you gon’ make me go buy a new g~wagen for your fine ass
f~ck your friends, you better be in ‘fore i get home, oh
mmh, mmh, hittin’ it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah
we went plenty of times in the ride
f~ck these skeezers, she gon’ ride like my guys (she in there with who?)
pullin’ up, b~tch, you in here, come outside
[chorus: trippie redd]
talk about them p’s (p’s), got a bunch, n~gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t~~th and grab my gun, n~gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, cap’n crunch, n~gga
oh, you sippin’ on tris, we sippin’ wock’, dumb n~gga

[verse 3: snoop dogg]
doggy back, four~two flat
black hat, no mask on
tough talking, get blast on
keep walking and smash on
move fast when i see the profit
blue rag in my back pocket (crip)
hundred grand every time i drop it
can’t f~ck with a n~gga, stop it
every time i hit the block, i’m on a mission
quick to serve a n~gga on the spot who didn’t listen
it’s hot up in the kitchen, i’m burnin’ down your house
you n~ggas talking sl!ck, my gun up in your mouth
big money, act funny
we comin’, we gunnin’
them bullets be hummin’
keep ducking, keep runnin’
i’m a g, n~gga, doggy stay ballin’
i’m throwing up the c, n~gga, and all these hoes callin’
[verse 4: sada baby]
my trap jumpin’, groovin, huh
pass me that cup, pass me that blunt, pass me that gun (skuba), huh
rackin’ it up, is you packin’ or what? who baggin’ me up? the whoopers?
the apes, the shooters (ha)
the dracs, we use ’em (ha), we hate computers (ha, ha, ha)

[chorus: trippie redd]
talk about them p’s (p’s), got a bunch, n~gga
wake up in the morning, brush my t~~th and grab my gun, n~gga (gun)
forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, cap’n crunch, n~gga
oh, you sippin’ on tris, we sippin’ wock’, dumb n~gga
got it out the bricks, yeah, f~ck n~gga (f~ck n~gga, f~ck n~gga)
if you said it’s up, lil’ n~gga, then know it’s up wit’ ya (it’s up)
best believe we gon’ find your b~tch ass, n~gga, i’m gon’ get up wit’ ya
we nuts, if we come (bah), we gon’ bust at ya (bah)

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