Kid Caprio - Drowning lyrics

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Kid Caprio - Drowning lyrics

(Verse 1) Like mike jackson when i dance on the beat I been living life taxing Got 3 racks on the heat And they really cant pass em They keep asking to eat I been rolling in the g And she passenger seat We be neat i be nice I dont need the right advice All my b*tches is winning I got em grinning biting ice Still dripping that linen I got em spinning by the price I be spitting venom I had hit them brighter lights Im precise i be bold Thеn I'm riding with gold And i know before i evеn try to write it its cold Rappers looking kinda quiet Like it bited they soul Im just cooking by the riot Trynna fly to this goal Mind is as full Because i cant change Hoes stay geeked up We eye the same page And its like that fifa b*tches buy the same games Pour that sprite in a liter Cause if its light it aint rage Still killing them beats cuz I always stayed bold And that feeling aint reached us I wave the same pole I dont fu*k with adidas I know you see this angle Aint nobody could beat us Because my fu*king brain swole I was tough as a fetus Reeves as far as lanes go Nickname me pete Because that thing blow Spit game she cheap and fu*k that lame hoe Getting brain for a retweet The way the game go Lambo been paid for You mean this old whip Hit that b*tch with a draco And let em see the full clip Roll a zip of that fuego Im late up making bullsh*t Way i play thats okay though Now you can say the role fit Dont trip most lit oh sh*t hoes spit Im running Got these b*tches on my dick Its fit that i be sonning I just got another grip But it dont mean i done it I be on some other sh*t I promise you dont want it I been gunning in my head Straight gifted i suppose They gone love it when im dead Weight lifted at the shows Now they bumping what i said may shift it at the most i been flooded in the red stay drifting in the (Chorus) We cant talk around it Getting rich and i been counting And myhead been getting way too big I been trynna crib it and then a fountain All the b*tches and surrounded All the b*tches that im down wit Pour it in the cup give a fu*k Whats up til im motherfu*king Drowning (Verse 2) Yeah they want my sh*t They want my swag And im all about to dip So i be calling the cab b*tches that they think gotta gripll Trip and flock to the bag And on my seam Its not a clip That you could pop with a tag Off of the tab Trynna get mo hundeds From the place with the bad b*tches, cactuses, roadrunners Not a fad this a lab Mad b*tches that dont want us Take a dab in the pad Have visions we both done this I been back Sipping yack Then my wrist too froze Snap a pic with a plaque Or making hits who knows Cap equipped with a stack And im smashing 6 new hoes I just stick to the fact that im mac And b*tch threw bows Or im twisting a pack or the bag And smoking on the second Got the grip with the mag or im lacking Go and disrespect him Youll get hit a jab And then ask what happened like its tekken Ill be back with a hatchet Or ill just catch an interception I just have to react to these ba*tards Bashing on my legend Chilling on some real sh*t Stacking with brethren I been feeling like im will smith Rapping then im stephen When motherfu*king deals hit ill be up in heaven So im sending this to wesley Sending sending this to bro And i dont know next week I could be needing moe So pull up the best seat Cause we could even blow Or making a fresh beat Or sleeping on the road Oh woah you saw me Boy im fresh to death in murakami All these b*tches not legit And i be living like a zombie Got them b*tches on my dick Oh wait you get it sh*t you got me Every single thoughts a critic Am i fitted in this tommy Brought 50 Got them b*tches nodding Boss with me Ever since this autumn I been fu*king balling all dizzy Who you kidding lil b*tch You aint sh*t and not busy Every city non stop Off top off glizzy (Chorus) We cant talk around it Getting rich and i been counting And myhead been getting way too big I been trynna crib it and then a fountain All the b*tches and surrounded All the b*tches that im down wit Pour it in the cup give a fu*k Whats up til im motherfu*king Drowning

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