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icytool - cappin lyrics

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[intro]
mm, mm
6cloud on the beat (yah, ooh+ooh+ooh) (mm)
b+tch (mm), you cappin’, uh
any last words? (uh) mm, b+tch, you cappin’
see you in h+ll? (d+mn, ooh, ooh)

[chorus: icytool]
b+tch, you cappin’
all these f+ckin’ chains on my neck, they keep shinin’
ridin’ in the whip, goin’ fast, you can’t stop me
geekin’ outta town, p+ssy n+gga, i keep poppin’
say that you with it, p+ssy n+gga, i know you lyin’
come in with the hits, and the labels tryna stop me
talkin’ that sh+t, i might have to catch to catch a body
talkin’ that sh+t, i might have to catch a homie
like how i’m in my music, and they try to copy

[verse 1: icytool]
groupies in my hotel, b+tch, they try to find me
groupies in my hotel, b+tch, they in the lobby
i be in my room smokin’ cookie, and just gassin’
and they always compliment me when it come to fashion
i be smokin’ six packs, sorry, that might happen
i be poppin’ lotta pills, sorry, that might happen
tryna steal my style, p+ssy n+gga, you can’t have it
i be munchin’ on hеr cookie like i’m a fat kid
[verse 2: lil moonrock]
on that b+tch, you can’t nevеr catch us lackin
on that b+tch, you can catch us livin’ lavish
smokin’ on that green, out that motherf+ckin’ cabbage
from the jump i knew your p+ssy ass was cappin’
ooh, say sh+t, you gon’ have to pop me
lookin’ like a l!ck, smokin’ out the [?]
hit him, have his sh+t, pull up and i dump the clip
yeah, yeah, pull up and dump the clip
load the 9, shooters on my right
no hatin’ p+ssy ass on the f+ckin’ sight
bad b+tch, she want the pipe
bad b+tch, she want the pipe, yeah, yeah

[break: icytool]
mm, mm, yah
ooh+ooh+ooh (mm)
b+tch (mm), you cappin’, uh
mm, b+tch you cappin’
d+mn, ooh, ooh

[chorus: icytool]
b+tch, you cappin’
all these f+ckin’ chains on my neck, they keep shinin’
ridin’ in the whip, goin’ fast, you can’t stop me
geekin’ outta town, p+ssy n+gga, i keep poppin’
say that you with it, p+ssy n+gga, i know you lyin’
come in with the hits, and the labels tryna stop me
talkin’ that sh+t, i might have to catch to catch a body
talkin’ that sh+t, i might have to catch a homie
like how i’m in my music, and they try to copy



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