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flip capone - bout that life lyrics

[intro: smoke corleone]
runnin’ with an ak+47 buckin’, heated heavy
ayo my brother flip capone
mane, put that pressure on these b+tch+made ass motherf+ckers, you hear me, bruh (you hear me, bruh)
smoke corleone, flip capone, playboy the beast
you know what time it is

[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[verse 1: flip capone]
got a gat and a bible, death to my rivals
prayers to the fallen, b+lls to the wall and (yeah)
angels that we’re maulin’, heaven is the motivation (amen)
don’t get it twisted, steel with the biscuit
trigger finger cook a motherf+cker like brisket, split sh+t (brrah!)
real ready at the beat, still steady heavy
got the charcoal higher than the block, rock steady (ha)
automatic, i’ve been ecstatic for static
i’ve been erratic, i’ve been an addict for the one+on+one combat (combat)
if you’ve got a problem we could run that (run that!)
if i lose then i’m livin’, bet i come back (huh!)
on a beat i’m an animal, going animalistic
they just flip, i’ma go ballistic
my mindframe just too s+d+stic (s+d+stic!)
you be me, so unrealistic
i’ve been holdin’ so much anger, i’m ’bout to blow
like a c4 bomb, armageddon, vietnam
never calm, just lit up in the sh+t with a dynamite stick
one flip of the switch, we could all die, b+tch (boom!)
this the new revelation, exhale pain, he need ventilation
put the track in the oven, cremation
prayin’ to god like you seekin’ salvation
k!ll or be k!lled is the imagery written just vocally
hopefully people don’t openly mourn
woefully torn, fingerf+cking the trigger like it’s p+rn (buck, buck, buck!)
[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[post+chorus: flip capone]
like when a motherf+cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave
like when a motherf+cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave

[verse 2: playboy the beast]
we k!ll ’em all on the track like an apocalypse
they wanna go to war until we hit ’em with the chopper sh+t
we legendary like 2pac or big papa, this n+gga ’bout to hit ’em up and got ’em wonderin’ who shot ya, b+tch
roll down the window of the whip, get to poppin’ clips
make you n+ggas empty your pockets, probably get split between
me and my k!llers, we be gettin’ that green
k!llin’ machines, turn your block into a motherf+cking horror scene
and they don’t really want no smoke in the gym on a daily basis
so i’m trained to go, i be comin’ reapin’ souls
leavin’ tags on n+ggas toes
got your body decomposin’ surrounded by black crows
this the life that i chose so you know that i’m with it
these motherf+ckers sellin’ wolf tickets all over the internet
said they want a war but these n+ggas lack the intellect
they ready for the battle, little homie, i done been a vet
but they don’t really want no f+cking problems with us (nah, nah, nah)
but if they talkin’ sh+t then i’ma just let it bust (pow, pow, pow)
you know the motto, better get down or get laid down
bullying n+ggas, the rap game is my playground
leave ’em face down with they brains out
sn+tch a n+ggas chain, punch his motherf+ckin’ fangs out, i take rounds
you ain’t ready for the smoke with them baby+ass lungs
you ain’t nothin’ but a joke clown (joke clown)
and you ain’t really ’bout that life
probably run like a b+tch when it really goes down
[chorus: smoke corleone]
’cause real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[verse 3: smoke corleone]
smoke corle+corleone (ayy!)
why the f+ck you think i ain’t got a strap?
’cause everyone know what i do with that
then i k!ll everything that’ll walk around
but fought ’til you grip my head and c+ck that
i motherf+cking ride they die, goodbye (bye)
and i decide what i’ma ride by
if i pull up with the fire, i’ma let it fire
i’ma let it fire then i’m finna reload, you know
anybody k!lla with my m up mob
man, f+ckin’ with the fam and d+mn
another body gotta lay with the couple up in the lobby
and i’ll be d+mned, f+ck if anybody come get popped
so you better look around, not better motherf+ck around
and finally watch, plot try to k!ll ya
watch they mold is what they do for ya
’cause they really be out to get ya
comin’ to give blood, sweat, tears
i was here for the better, put the devil in the middle of ’em
i ain’t gotta fear or hear a d+mn word
and now people are demon, i see, come and purge
i hit a little herb then i pull up by the curb
i’ma hop out, rock out, get a little turnt
’cause sucker, you lame
i’ll never get up out of this game before you get burnt (burnt)
[chorus: smoke corleone]
because real g’s man, we move in silence (silence)
and i can’t stand no sucker talkin’ nonsense (talkin’ nonsense)
they playin’ games and cappin’ with all they content (content)
let’s be for real lil homie, perfectly honest
you ain’t ’bout that life

[outro: flip capone]
like when a motherf+cker have to go and pick up the piece
to make all his enemies all deceased then peal off and leave

- flip capone lyrics

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