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nocap - ghana lyrics

[intro]
(kimj ballin’ on these hoes, huh?)
straight from west africa in ghana
we love you, nocap, you are the hood doctor
free ghetto
i told her i ain’t come to make no promise
i got a gunner out in ghana

[chorus]
ayy, anything for my gang, i’m neighborhood hero
problems that money gon’ bring, that’s all that we know, ayy
i used to post on the block in a burberry coat
police know i’m reckless, they might try me with the rico, ayy
f+ck the bank, i’ma go and stash that
f+ck these rappers, tell ’em give my swag back
i had a talk with god in the h+llcat
ice on a n+gga like a meth lab
all them n+ggas know is trap and take baths
all my b+tches know is trap and do hair
take the roof off, chop the coupe hair
he thought the smoke was old, now the news there

[verse]
i’m popping seals, not bottles
just like a drive+thru, n+gga, yeah
i got my broads in order
clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won’t talk to god about it
this ain’t mine, this a rental, lil’ baby, don’t ask what my cars be costing
snakes on me, this is gucci, lil’ n+gga, i’m dripping that poison off me
when i’m low, i can call up shawty
like a dawg in a vehicle
get mad when i spill my lean on carpet, ayy
ran up my bands and still gon’ march it, it don’t matter the month, ayy
i’m a drum boxer, i pour lean in my hawaiian and punch
ayy, i want your ho, then i won’t take her, i’ma borrow her
i went gold in my state just like the warriors
twenty b+tches want me, always thought that was impossible
my n+gga not a trainee, what the f+ck he got a body for?
and he got that tummy tucked
i went to h+ll and came back, n+gga, still ain’t done enough
only problem i got is sittin’ back on being real
what i spent on codeine, i could’ve bought a richard mille
i’m with my n+gga out of africa, a k!ller accent, i run with savages
twenty b+tches want me, always thought that was impossible
my n+gga not a trainee, what the f+ck he got a body for?
and he got that tommy tucked
[chorus]
ayy, anything for my gang, i’m neighborhood hero
problems that money gon’ bring, that’s all that we know, ayy
i used to post on the block in a burberry coat
police know i’m reckless, they might try me with the rico, ayy
f+ck the bank, i’ma go and stash that
f+ck these rappers, tell ’em give my swag back
i had a talk with god in the h+llcat
ice on a n+gga like a meth lab
all them n+ggas know is trap and take baths
all my b+tches know is trap and do half
take the roof off, chop the coupe half
he thought the smoke was old, now the news there

[outro]
clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won’t talk to god about it
this ain’t mine, this a rental, lil’ baby, don’t ask what my cars be costing
straight from west africa in ghana
no cap, you’re the hood doctor, we love you to death

- nocap lyrics

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