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capo (gbe) - bein' famous lyrics

[intro]
homeboy flexin’ to his b-tch sayin’ he know me, know he lyin’
he been whinin’ the whole time
his b-tch want me to stay over, i ain’t got the time

[hook]
homeboy flexin’ to his b-tch, sayin’ he know me but i know he lyin’
and, i been f-cked his b-tch and he been whinin’ the whole time
and, his b-tch want me to stay over but baby i ain’t go the time
and, i told her hold my guap first, she said “baby do your thing”
and, i can’t trust these n-ggas, so that’s why i keep my thang with me
and if you ain’t with the street sh-t, don’t get your -ss cooked, n-gga just for hangin’
and a lot of these n-ggas start gettin’ a little money, then they get to changin’
i’d rather have this money and my n-ggas with me, sh-t f-ck bein’ famous

[verse 1: capo]
i’d rather, rather have this money and my n-ggas with me, sh-t f-ck bein’ famous
a lot of n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t, so them guns get to aimin’
my n-ggas don’t bullsh-t, lots of men we bangin’
if you ain’t with the street sh-t, don’t get cooked just for hangin’
pull up on a f-ck n-gga block and them shots get to ringin’
sneak dissin’ to that b-tch, and my phone get to ringin’
rappin’ just to get sl!ck out, i ain’t tryna get famous
[?]
[?] firin’ the k, and y’all n-ggas, y’all fake
cause i’m gettin’ money, f-ck n-gga and that’s the reason y’all hate
boy play your place with me
flexin’ to your b-tch like you the n-gga, boy stay away from me

[hook]

[verse 2: lil herb]
i’d rather have this money and my n-ggas with me, f-ck bein’ famous
hit the club with the gang, totin’ 30s and them thangs, we armed and dangerous
and we gang bangin’, don’t get changed man
we ain’t like y’all rappin’ -ss n-ggas, got hammers on us, we aimin’
young n-gga i came up from nothin’, that’s why i’m ’bout a sack
start finessin’, i’m playin’ with these racks and i don’t know how to act
remember me, kobe, capo, and duwop was on the block gettin’ off the act
rip kobe, me and duwop, boss, cap gettin’ off the act
we leanin’, we dozin’ off a four
bro still got a 30 up on his head, run up we gon’ blow
“what happened to them n-ggas?” we don’t know
tryin’ to stack my digits, ain’t flexin’ for no hoes

- capo gbe lyrics

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