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kid caprio - fire lyrics

(verse 1)
i fantasized bout this way back in frisco
they wouldn’t take my disc tho
and now they ride my d+ck slow
boy sl!ck as crisco
flow smoother than b+tter
b+tch we got out the gutter
not another word to utter
this that sh+t that stir and stutter
make your house burdened and clutter
with a bag for your mother
you will never grab another
type sh+t
on my d+ck b+tch
quick as that hype sh+t
i’m sick
on that covid
if you go to my vent
i hit sh+t quick
stick with the pilot
mike vick
type run
and flooded where i sit
for the dogs
that had lost
i throw it on my lacrosse
couldn’t floss
i’m the boss
they never know why the cost
i exhaust what i got
i get in and pry thе lock
my baldwin i buy the rock
not stalling inside the shop
not surе just how high the top
insurance if i’dve dropped
detergent and hide the flop
it’s urgent if i’dve stopped
a surgeon cause i’m the doc
these serpants’ll ride the c+ck
they surging just like my stock
i purchase em by the flock
a circus right by the dock of the bay
i’m taking my walk
cause there ain’t no other way
(chorus)
if you in the stands
better put your hands up
and you know i got the bands
don’t care if your mans tough
as soon as i glance up
i be sure to thank god
what i got inside the cup
all this running ain’t odd
i feel like im a.rod
i been stunting a lot
nothing that i can’t cop
lemonade paint job
i been running running running
and we fly right by the lob
i been running running running
and hoe yeah i like my job

(verse 2)
i fantasized bout this up in seattle
i would battle any n0body phony
that wanna rattle
i would saddle with the cattle
down sh+t creek with a paddle
that will be the day i stray
that will be the day i taddle
batter up
i been stuck
still going like homie what
with real flowing
we strut
b+tch this is the only cut
now i made the team
this is major league
no fatigue
i spit game for free
what i aimed to be
now i am
and they hated me
but everyday i be concentrated
and i play the beat
smoke a eighth of weed
bit of lean did it faithfully
with my 8th degree
in getting paper patiently
and i’m grateful where they stationed me
we been going ham all summer
how could the man not wonder
i could handle the janitor
to the land down under
all the bands for the amateur
understand the newcomer
you could check my diamater
you could hand me a number
every fan on the planet earth
if you sad you a bummer
and i got gas by the cannister
i been rapping sh+t dumber
and i’m still passing this activis
i got bags for my gunner
unlike thug not a bug
that could hang with my drummer
(chorus)
if you in the stands
better put your hands up
and you know i got the bands
don’t care if your mans tough
as soon as i glance up
i be sure to thank god
what i got inside the cup
all this running ain’t odd
i feel like im a.rod
i been stunting a lot
nothing that i can’t cop
lemonade paint job
i been running running running
and we fly right by the lob
i been running running running
and hoe yeah i like my job

- kid caprio lyrics

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