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capo - all my niggas lyrics

feat. french montana, rick ross

(intro)
your b-tch screaming “avl”, and “we the best”
b-tch they screaming “mmg” and “c-ke boys”
you know what the f-ck it is, this record right here
is featuring french montana (han), rick ross (wo) and capo (yeah!)
this sh-t is going to f-ck the clubs up and f-ck the streets up,
you know what it is next:
the mixtape is for the street, can’t leave the streets

(hook x2)
all my n-gg-s sell dope (got that work n-gg-)
bringing in them truck loads (yeah)
breaking down them kilo (woo)
bein’ a pro, you bet the streets know
all my n-gg-s, all my n-gg-s, i’m talking about x2

(verse)
all my n-gg-s sell dope, i play el chapo
caught my first hunid bricks, they call me capo
got about a hundred sticks, shut down the block though
take it back to 06′, where we re-rock c-ke
whole bunch of haitians, under investigation
wired taps, recorded conversations
i’m selling dope, my dog selling dope
leather truck, come around, we sellin’ cracka soap
if you wanna work, just throw that cop, got it!
time to put my n-gg-s on, and watch me double profit

(verse)
n-gg-s steady hatin’, they hated jesus
this why i’m steady cakin’, go play the jesus
my catch a starch, my house a park
thirty rooms, (steady) shooters h-t, don’t talk
like i’m farrakhan, i got my n-gg- bombed
and שָׁלָה to them big boys come here
we make the news, fire twenty shots
i was in the booth, (chillin’) dealin’ on the rocks
they thought i’d die, bulletproof the ghost
head in the whip, still on my toes,
in my amg, my n-gg-s abm, with my asian b-tch, she my atm
(i got it!)

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