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ianami - that's a cap (a mid-december verse) lyrics

all of my sh+t is no cap
no cap in none of my raps (that’s a cap)
i’mma just eat out the p+ssy
then i’mma pet on the cat
ain’t no backpedalin’ that++
it’s to the metal in fact
i got gold medals and plaques
i got young rebels on all of the maps
the devil just served me a pack
i’m levelin’ up like it’s math
you look disheveled and cracked++
out of your mind, i got racks
i’m on my grind, i got stacks
like we been blind, we got sticks
you know i’m bad to the bone, right?
if she not bad, i don’t know her++
friends say that she wanna go++
back to my home, i make her moan
not in the dark, but i glowed up
her p+ssy purr like a motor
shе want me to go slow, but++
i’m off the addies, might throw up
hеr and her friends wanna blow us
we don’t f+ck with the parties
cause they know us, we soldiers
and focused, you bogus
i play the game like controllers
i got big rocks like some boulders
i sip the wock’ then i slow up
need me some ice ’cause i like that b+tch colder
i keep the strap o’er my shoulder
you talkin’ big, but i’m bolder
you on the bars like you underlined
they say that i got a wonder+mind
if she ain’t bad, she ain’t one of mine
i go in for hours, it’s my time++
these some highlights
you get stage fright++
in the lime lights
i just filled up a whole page, like++
i can write fine++point is that i’m on my grind, right
your ex+man, he was a gay guy
you said that he gets paid dimes
i get paid high, then have a great night
she said she likes both my grey eyes++
really, they’re blue, but it makes rhymes
she wanna get dirty, i play nice++wait, psych++
i’m sippin’ mud like it’s red wine
you know i heard through the grapevine
that you might be facin’ fed time
i know you’d rather be dead, right?
my boys’ll hustle till they dead to rights
i got yo’ b+tch in my bed tonight
she said she likes all the red lights
i’mma keep goin’, no stop signs
i don’t crash out like those cop guys
my mama good and my pop’s fine
drank in my cup this is not sprite
you said he raps, but he’s not signed++
who am i to judge, buddy’s not bright
he did you wrong, that’s just not right
that’s not right

- ianami lyrics

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