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snap capone - nothing personal (part 2) lyrics

[verse 1:snap capone]
paramedics on the scene trying to close ‘im up
golden sh-lls, load it in this golden gun
n-ggas turnt g’s since when ak
the ar break his neck and make his neck snap(cal-ss)
i’m rolling round with zish n-gga f-ck police(zish)
look, he can get 5 from the [fn-3?](boom!)
i left school, no dough, had to trap hard
now my slate of budge is flatter than a bank card(oh lord!)
never judge a book from a cover, read the whole book
this cocaine’s whiter than george bush(let’s go!)
i remix work, turn one to three(one to three!)
this big .45 is my bestie(my bestfriend)
i don’t do love, i need a straight freak
free [brienne weave?]b-tch come taste me(give me blows)
i’m weaving in that two door wavy(skeet)
i’m just trying to beat then i’m swayze(i’m good)
i’m talking persian rugs in the penthouse(in the penthouse)
i’m just haps that they let young spen out(spen!)
they call us amg boys, we get the benz out(mercedes benz)
ray ban shades, i ain’t slept in days(ok)
counting up this money till my head aches
in the cut playing fabulous, so tapes
n-gga f-ck a rap career, i’m drug dealing(drug dealing)
in an s-cl-ss with a suede ceiling
in the dorchester hotels where we hold our meetings
f-ck these f-ckboys, we ain’t seeing even
these n-ggas ain’t g’s, they’re some boys for me
i was shooting guns
you was watching toy story(real talk)
my name should be guns like the boy cory(cory gunz)
i’ve got more than a thousand war stories
let a n-gga stunt, he can make the news
mummies boy’s dead, should of stayed in school
all i know is murder, i don’t know the difference(that’s all i know)
with the toast i get real close, let the burner kiss him(mwah)
break down bricks, i don’t do karate
i could teach you how to do san, mr. miyagi(daniel san)
have the mac-10 spray easy miyagi(brrrra)
b-tches calling me papi from london straight to miami
last weeks swag cost a salary
the tec singing like amy winehouse, valerie
i f-cked all my girls friends, now she’s mad at me(madness)
look, i carry heat and spit rapidly
ugh, talk tough you’ll be chalked up
throat shots will hit a n-gga close up
in the sauna , n-gga balling, adrien broner
casino lifestyle n-gga playing poker
rip my n-ggas, n-gga, free my n-ggas
chinchilla jacket n-ggas, f-ck them other n-ggas(f-ck ’em all)
b-tches talking [?] and red bottoms
spending that n-ggas p’s ’cause you know the feds got him
want to put a stop to my shine, like a set of curtains
the tre shoot or the semi burst ’em
i’m bad-boy snap, i’ll blaze any person
i’ll shoot him out his skin about i’m moving nervous

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