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cacity - castillo! lyrics

[intro: cacity]
go on, hurry the f+ck up (ye+oh, yeah)
get your script (yes, yeah, um)
ain’t got time for this f+ckin’ sh+t (uh, okay, uhm)
f+ckin’, (uh) bullsh+t
lac, b+tch, that is my name (dammit this f+ckin’ lighter!)
uh, i got a big (f+ckin’+!) [?], m3 on the frame (yeah, mhm)
i, pull up with the smoke and (yeah) it bursts into flames (yeah, okay, yeah)
and i got this six+shooter aimed right at your face (right, yeah, okay, good)
perfect, perfect! but, oh, one small thing
(buck, should i get it?) you’re not lac and you will never f+cking be, p+ssy (oh sh+t!)

[chorus: cacity]
b+tches give me top (ooh)
i cowboy, no crop (ooh)
then we gon’ break in (why?)
’cause i’m gonna cop (cuh’)
these b+tches boutta drop (ooh)
[?] can’t call mе flop (huu)
y’all like that on m3 but you know we got that season ii (what thе f+ck?)
now we won’t f+cking stop (who?)
lac and my crew
b+tch do why i look blue ’cause i ain’t got a f+ckin’ clue
we on the karma b+tch (yuh)
and karma really misses (hey, hey)
if you come up short but i have had it up to here with you (ay, ay)
[verse 1: cacity]
met a bad b+tch (yeah)
and yeah she from castillo, uh
she wanna f+ck on me ’cause i am her world, no dio (ay, ay, yuh)
if my day be sh+tty, remember i wear balenci’
and i be showing the city a pocket full of these 50’s
a pocket full of posies, a pocket full of some rosies
so i can rewind and roll me a whole new joint be for smoking (we+weed!)
b+tches on my d+ck (head) because i got attrac(+tion)
i feel like a trac+tor ’cause my sh+t got trac+tion

[verse 2: kid kami]’
(ay!) b+tch, i’m powerin’ up
you think everything is sweet, am i sour enough?
i’m looking too tough
the way you get slain, you would think i’m a god
you are not on me [?] me tryna [?] weight
shot him gon’ put a bullet in his eye
showin’ that gum, you scared to die?
talkin’ that sh+t now my homies gon’ slide
run up on him, run his pockets like a track athlete, ay
said she wanna f+ck, that’s fine by me, ay
you know i kick sh+t like jackie, ay
she all up on me and she calling me papi, ay
you know i get that sh+t back, ay
pull up and rat+at+at+at, ay
pull a mask on and i blank, two+two+three [?] blows we back
[chorus: cacity]
b+tches give me top (ooh)
i cowboy, no crop (ooh)
then we gon’ break in (why?)
’cause i’m gonna cop (cuh’)
these b+tches boutta drop (ooh)
[?] can’t call me flop (huu)
y’all like that on m3 but you know we got that season ii (what the f+ck?)
now we won’t f+cking stop (who?)
lac and my crew
b+tch do why i look blue ’cause i ain’t got a f+ckin’ clue
we on the karma b+tch (yuh)
and karma really misses (hey, hey)
how you come up short but i have had it up to here with you (ay, ay, hoo+)

- cacity lyrics

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