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kid caprio - finer things lyrics

(verse 1)
now they all tell me i’m greater
but i just stick to the bag
and i get to the mag
and lil b+tch i ain’t talking that fader
i’m sorry that we could never relate
while you been hating
i’m getting that paper
and these all of these b+tches been all on my d+ck
and i know you that you sick of my wicked behavior
not getting it later
i need the sh+t now
b+tch talk sh+t then cl!ck clack blow
people been waiting to hear the sh+t loud
don’t like to faded with hitters around
b+tches been sucking my d+ck for the sound
get a little bit of it
get em a flow
but i’m still hitting it when i’m in town
cause cause how she fit it in
when it get low
stealing these hoes
i’m with the take
whipping in the ghost
still dripping with the lake
dipping with the bros
i’m getting an estate
and them b+tches getting close
i’m finna get a gate
suede denim with the clothes
i’m dripping in the saint
stay in the centerfolds
them b+tches in the way
they switching into hoes
they missing in a day
so hit em with a pose
i’m twisting with a j
they say mayday
i say maybach
maintain same lane rain flame slang crack
f+cking this b+tch
she in all my hits
and mitch he still trynna get his chain back
then you better stay strapped
cause they hidden with a lurk
got head so big can’t fit it in a shirt
oh that’s old kid he spitting with the work
got fed no bib i’m sitting with the smirk
yeah yeah yeah yeah
still same t++th
running for the mill
so the grill ain’t cheap
sh+t just another bill
on the real can’t sleep
til i’m f+cking up a deal and them lils hate me
i’m the real kd
i feel lately went from running up a hill
to the real ab and i still can’t breathe
b+tches be hating
but really they waiting to fill they sleeve
did the pills make peep
y’all just be hoes
go bang skeet and i gotta reload
i don’t make peace ill make that thing blow
and i don’t claim streets but you really need know
herro heat flow
walk it like a migo
got a rocket in the pocket
that them b+tches deepthroat
my balling on stockton
look at he go
i ain’t calling it a top ten
when i need more
(chorus)
hold up hold up
lil bro a mess
i just poured up some soda
i’m finna float up with the rest
i’m finna throw up
chilling rolling with the stress
i’m finna roll up
hit it hold it in your chest

riding riding into sp+ce
all them b+tches be hiding
and i been sliding with the chase
them b+tches fighting
still deciding with the case
sh+t alright then i’m finna try the finer things

(verse 2)
now im finna roll me a blunt
b+tches be walking all phonie
and calling me homie
and wanting to know me to stunt
i never thought itd be lonely
i plotted it only
but why you be holding the cup
b+tch im with the 40
you know that its stuck
and i f+ck til the morning
i dont even nut
wait hold up g what
these b+tches be shook
plugging in the mac
only time i need cook
til im running with a plaque
and im yelling see look
might get another rack
for the path that he took
old teacher got mad i ain’t never read hooke
young kid got swag like a young d.book
one b+tch all bad
take her back and eat good
run sh+t off that
they just mad that he could
whats bracking the hood?
stack stacking that cake
sh+t riding with a wood
fat packing that grape
my tiding been good
ain’t signing but should
behind him is suge
k rapping that tape
bae grabbing that bape
i stunt on the b+tch
and stay tapping that vape
like f+ck it i’m rich
they acting as fake as the jackets they take
and im strapped with that drake
you end up in a ditch
and she f+cking with a hitch
young kid will smith
outfit so cold
think im finna feel lit
my sh+t so dope
my b+tch know throat
how this fo quote
finna get a mill quick
and it getting real thick
these bands dont lie
man im finna k!ll rick these pants so fly
with a lil clique if she end up getting picked
i ain’t finna steal sh+t
your mans know why

(chorus)
hold up hold up
lil bro a mess
i just poured up some soda
i’m finna float up with the rest
i’m finna throw up
chilling rolling with the stress
i’m finna roll up
hit it hold it in your chest

riding riding into sp+ce
all them b+tches be hiding
and i been sliding with the chase
them b+tches fighting
still deciding with the case
sh+t alright then i’m finna try the finer things

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