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e-40 & capolow - pass the chalice lyrics

[intro: capolow]
hey, alice
alice, please pass my chalice (oh+oh)

[chorus: capolow]
pass the chalice (woo), pass the pimp cup (uh)
you n+ggas be in your feelings, that simp cup (oh+oh)
i ain’t mean to look your way, that’s a hiccup (woo)
grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (bruh)
throwin’ up my gang like i spit up (uh)
i’m a lion, the chosen, simba (roar)
n+ggas cryin’ over their b+tch — simper (woo)
pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (oh+oh)

[verse 1: e+40]
throwin’ up my turf like i know sign language (uh)
e+40 is my name and all my life i’ve been famous (oh)
i’m out here havin’ my change and i’m humble (humble)
all the rappers and the youngsters call me “uncle” (‘sup, unc?)
oh, we for sure got our yaper up and that’s affirmative
anything less than that (is what?) is inappropriate (inappropriatе)
crossin’ my t’s and dottin’ my i’s, i’m a boss
i try to tell these lazy n+ggas gеt money or get lost (get lost, b+tch)
get your botch to back up off me, fall back
she on my ankles like a monitor, nerve+rackin’ like a gnat
(like a gnat)
ten toes deep up in these streets that i got callous (callous)
i ain’t above you, i ain’t below you, i’m right beside you, pass the chalice
(pass the chalice)
[chorus: capolow]
pass the chalice (woo), pass the pimp cup (uh)
you n+ggas be in your feelings, that simp cup (oh+oh)
i ain’t mean to look your way, that’s a hiccup (woo)
grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (bruh)
throwin’ up my gang like i spit up (uh)
i’m a lion, the chosen, simba (roar)
n+ggas cryin’ over their b+tch — simper (woo)
pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (oh+oh)

[verse 2: symba]
yo, million+dollar moves, got a few that i could switch up
my b+tches got m’s, too, so what i gotta trick for?
i don’t drink lean, it’s e. cuarenta in my pimp cup
made a mill’ and still ain’t spent a dollar in the strip club
me and 40 off the earl stevens with forty freaks (yeah)
i can’t afford to sleep, i’ve been workin’ for forty weeks (facts)
when you make it out the streets, you gotta stay out of reach
put your folks on their feet and help ’em learn how to eat, yeah
shorty want a n+gga who be holdin’ bands (she want that money)
we could get some money but i can’t be your man (nah)
girl, your instagram look like your onlyfans
don’t let it go for free ’cause i could point you to them rubber bands
symba

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