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young nudy - cap dem lyrics

[intro]
okay, before you do anything
fire up you a blunt
if you got some drink, pour you a cup
’cause i’m finna pour you a cup
this called slime juice
welcome to my world
okay? let’s ride
fall out? fall out with who?
man, i told them that
if they turn ‘gainst me (coupe), i’m gon’ k!ll them
(what you tell ’em, slime?)
i told that ho, but she ain’t showed me she was real
ha, i’ma, f#ck all her friends
(the f#ck you mean you don’t know dj marc b)
i ain’t lyin’, oh, oh

[chorus]
b#tch, yep, whoever thought that i would really be here?
too much money on me, who thought i would wanna be them?
be them? well, a n#gga don’t wanna see them (uh#uh)
put a real n#gga in my face, and i’ll believe them (p#ssies)
’cause a lot of n#ggas cap rap when i see them (p#ssies)
lotta n#ggas switch up, but i know what it is (what it is)
lotta b#tches wanna f#ck, i see she be jockin’ ship (she be jockin’ ship)

[verse 1]
i know n#ggas want a fallout ’cause they b#tch know what it is
i don’t beef with n#ggas, i just f#ck they b#tch, that’s what it is
yeah, when i spend money, i spin choppas, and n#ggas disappear (yeah)
and i’m just keepin’ it real, i don’t know how else to keep it real (nah)
i was in the streets in the jungle, you already know i pack that still (pack that still on ya)
but you gotta tuck it or n#ggas’ll squeal on ya (squeal on ya)
’cause they know a n#gga dangerous (dangerous)
smoke this blunt like a j.j., hit some angel dust (wow, wow)
and i just squeeze, get a b#tch n#gga up outta there
came up out that sh#t lighter, tell me, god, i don’t even care (don’t even care)
n#gga play with me, i guess you weren’t built when i took it there (when i took it there)
i was shootin’ a b#tch n#gga so hard, they said i wasn’t shootin’ fair (he ain’t shootin’ fair)
said that it was up with me, f#ck n#gga, it’s time to take it there (yeah, n#gga)
squeezin’ at you and your mama and kids and everything
i don’t even care (i don’t even care)
b#tch, i was born in the 90’s
i’m a 90’s baby, n#gga, we take it there (n#gga, we take it there)
yeah, we fade with dreads, and our hands squeezin’ triggers anywhere (anywhere)
and i got shooters that look like rasta, h#ll, i’m a rasta (i’m a rasta)
you play with me, i whip out that black choppa
hit you with that blocka#blocka (blocka#blocka)
bust on the same n#gga, and you know i catch it so d#mn proper
know i like to do it down and dirty, got that choppa#choppa (got that choppa#choppa)
okay, bih, listen, crowned yo’ b#tch like shottas (shottas, yeah, yeah)
i just hit the mall and get to ballin’ (yeah, b#tch, yeah)
i get that money, b#tch, it ain’t no stallin’ (for real, nah, for real)
(for real, nah, for real, yeah)

[verse 2]
nah, realio, f#ck your b#tch one time, that’s the dealio (okay)
gave her the holy ghost, she know i hit her with the stroke (holy)
man, her game was so good, i told her, “listen, i’m comin’ home” (“listen, i’m comin’ home”)
man, that b#tch really from atlanta, she got that georgia dome (she got that georgia dome)
man that head is worldwide, i don’t know what she on (i don’t know what she on)
but i think we on the same drug, might be the perc, though
i don’t feel good when i f#ck that b#tch, you gotta squirt, ho (you gotta squirt, ho)
she said go harder, i pop that molly, i’m in my mojo (i’m in my mojo)
she want that x#man (x#man)
left her n#gga for me, he’s the ex#man (he’s the ex#man)
she ain’t comin’ back without no bread, man (without no bread, man, okay)
gotta get some money, i ain’t scared, man (i ain’t scared, man)
used to f#ck with me ’cause i got rubber bands (i got rubber bands)
in her mouth, no rubber man (nuh#uh)
gotta hit her from the back, got the rubber in (got the rubber in)

[outro]
you know ’bout slime
stop playin’ with me
hahahahaha

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