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young capisce - ss3( supersayian 3) lyrics

[verse:]

you really contradictor/cuz you said you a real n+gga
i’m out here grinding on my own /trynna get me a mill ticket
i hate hoes who want expensive dates/what happend 2 real b+tches
all you worth is chick+fil+a b+tch /i ain’t payin no meal ticket
imma pill flippin animal said my product/is blue perc 30’s
and i’m still sippin antidote/in my bag/like a brand new birkin
got my city passing anti+dope laws/ and i know it’s cuz of us
but i’m still screaming f+ck the law/ cuz i don’t give a ma+f+ck

(you already know ,yeah yeah, i’m bout to go in, yeah,2020 sh+t,yeah)

shout the og gucci mane he the trap god he got them brick bibles
the hoe baby dad washed up , shе be tryna tell me bout his problеms
i be cappin up her head like a plane pilot when she come and d+ck gobble
i change hoes like i change clothes man they all gotta go thru the spin cycle
sh+tty rappers they be beggin for a verse for they sh+tty ass tracks
every once and a while imma buy her purse when she bring that bag back
i tell them dirty b+tches that you f+ck, 2 back back, go wash ya ass crack
p+ssy smell like dirty trash bags/wouldn’t hit with a condom from hazmat
ya babymomma eating d+ck up/that’s the real reason she ain’t picking up
me i gotta hit the clinic up cuz the chain drippin like chlamydia
you was only booked for shooting up and i ain’t talking bout hitting n+ggas up
talk heavy cuz i gotta cuban plug and he drive a rusty ass pickup truck
low key is the key to the game/i gotta key hanging off of the chain
17+5 for the medallion the cuban cost 7+2 and some change
lil b+tch gimme pinky and brain/she text her friend and said “ain’t he insane”
her beaty facetime right back and said i ate the ass, “he don’t play with the cake”
grown n+gga sh+t i can teach you old n+ggas something better pay attention
i’m cool with the bloods and the 6 flags i ain’t talking about a great adventure
rather make this sh+t basic to influence young n+ggas who be making paper
i ain’t with all of the history lessons my n+gga you can save that sh+t for later
my generation full of young n+ggas/poppin zannies and sippin on syrup yeah
my generation full of crack babies/making perc babies, you ain’t heard yet ?
my generation full of 12 year olds/who got dracos , extensions, and 30 clips
my era full of independent rappers/ and n+ggas bumping all that future sh+t
f+ck this music sh+t that’s the last priority first imma hooligan
i cannot f+ck wit a moody chick pregnant p+ssy is last on my coochie list
been did the gucci and louie sh+t/now i go bowling in berluti kicks
if she don’t have a apple iphone/cut her off i can’t f+ck with a fruitless b+tch
same hoes that be texting you bout, coming over cuz they lonely
same hoes that put they ex in a box/like iphone to android emojis
expose a rat n+gga for eating cheese/ now he wanna beef like baloney
n+gga feeling froggy he ain’t gone leap/he gone call 12 and start croakin
n+gga i used to sell cocaine/now my youngins got the dope in
on the corner i was posted/now i probably run the whole city
keep the drum clips loaded/dip the tips of the bullets in toad p+ss
hov made the blue,nicki made the pink,/n+gga imma make the goldprint
you austin powers in goldmember/all you n+ggas trynna still my mojo
d+ckriders,harmonizers,joe, jodeci,k+ci and jo+jo/
shorty good at giving blow jo’s/cuz in high school she played the oboe
imma put the ar to your abs/for that bird man you want no smoke
most of these n+ggas got no flow and they swag is equal to not at all
i be with n+ggas who sold coke white girl p+ssy equal microsoft
if i let the choppa off at your head/draco bullets liable to chop it off
n+gga just because ya diamonds hard/doesn’t mean you n+ggas isn’t cotton soft
i just bought ya b+tch a snake skin hand bag/call that a cobra clutch
i’m wit a bunch of snake n+ggas getting bags/p+ssy we cold blooded
i got the world on my neck and my wrist and my t++th/n+gga i’m so flooded
spray the choppa at ya back just like you ricky/you know you a slow runner
kammy+ammy+hammy+yah+ supersayian flow motherf+cker you know that these hoes love it
(yeah , young capisce, supersayian times 3 )

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