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l'a capone - l'a capone intro lyrics

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how ya’ leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most these rap n-ggas on some hoe sh-t
how ya’ leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most these rap n-ggas on some hoe sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t
and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?

[transition]

most these rap n-ggas on some hoe sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t
and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?

[introduction]

l’a capone speaking, man
team six hunnid!
(“six owe!”)
(“six owe!”)
(“six owe!”)
n-ggas know how i’m coming, man
you know, i just gotta separate myself man . .
from all this fufu sh-t
it’s a lot of fufu sh-t going on round here, kid
ya’ hear me?

[verse 1]

how ya’ leave your mans dead for a broke b-tch?
most these rap n-ggas on some hoe sh-t
how going to school gone teach more sh-t
and the teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t?
i guess i’m just stuck on that street sh-t
n-ggas mad cause we ball on that heat sh-t
and everyday, i pop out on some flee sh-t
i love designer, that’s me, sh-t
how you talking to hoes ’bout bro and ’em?
why you talking to hoes ’bout bro and ’em?
pillow-talking, we gotta expose him
if he got them o’s, then we poke him
l’a too real, can’t clone him!
you ain’t talking no bands, then don’t phone him
two-tone chrome under the true shirt
try to go on a date and get your boo hurt
i don’t like no dramatic b-tch
so i just separate myself from sh-t
if you post up, i hope you brought your kit
cause i’m wounding cats when that chopper spit
lil’ dee in the trap, pop out, glock out
he’ll k!ll, i ain’t lying, heard it from the horse mouth
can’t walk through the six, you a brick, ‘nother route
hit a stain for the sh-t, made it flip, ‘nother house
young n-gga hood, but i’m trying to make it out
meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout
riding through the ‘hood, we let 30’s hang out
and if he ain’t double owe then he can’t hang out
f-ck talking tough, n-gga we can bang out
it was raining out when my mom put me out
but i don’t understand what the net beef ’bout
it’s a drill in your hood so n0body hang out
i ain’t never heard ’bout a top-notch b-tch
some raw little chick who ain’t did no d-ck
so when i get a check, put ice on my wrist
got a whole lot of sh-t, nothing for a b-tch
my name hold weight so n-ggas wanna kick
call up the lean man, need another six
get another stain then do another hit
slide on the o, get a yop, now i’m lit

[interlude]

chuckle. chuckle.
i be high as f-ck, man, that sh-t crazy!
n-ggas know i’m coming
squad!
(“squa-squad!”)

[verse 2]
we don’t tolerate b-tch-ness
sneak diss bad for your fitness
let’s get this, hit your block up, leave no witness
25 shots, that’s christmas
got a handful of n-ggas on hitlists
i made this here for the b-tches
and the snitches, and the lames
brick n-gga, stay in your lane
only so long ‘fore a n-gga get changed
all the opps wanna put dirt on my name
i’m a still be the same, you can keep the change
ain’t too many young n-ggas in the game
that can say they ain’t never been a muh’ f-ckin’ lame
i watched these n-ggas get b-tched by the gang
it’s levels to this sh-t, man

- la capone lyrics

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