WHITE SOX CAPZ Songtext
von Thirteendegrees °
WHITE SOX CAPZ Songtext
Huh, huh, fuck out my face before I pull out the shank
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I′m not cool with you niggas (true), I don't do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3′s and some Timbs
I put ass in a C-spitch, I keep that motherfucker glued
I know Thotty got a little bit of clout, but I'm not in the TV mood
I got so many sons in this shit, y'all ass gon′ get ensued
I came fly with Jiggy Nick before the views
Everywhere I look, I feel the respect being true
All these accomplishments, I accept shit
The rap game still me, got black ball protected
I′m a villain and I'm mad, I have all the neglect
Huh, all these two big pockets, my bitch
My truck and my sprinter (sprinter)
I slide to Wicker Park, I see a model, I take her to dinner
Gotta cut these niggas off, this that way, man, they hinder (hinder)
I don′t discriminate with my women, mix 'em up in a blender
Huh, fuck out my face before I pull out the shank
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I′m not cool with you niggas (true), I don't do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3s and some Timbs
I′m mad as fuck, I'm on
Do the hit, I'm the mannequin
I′m not a rapper, I′m a damn poet, man, Diana Nguyen
My NYC bitch and my guts, please call me mad here Catherine
My inner artsy nigga comin' out, a nigga channeling
I am the damn flat guy, this ain′t no damn cat
I don't do no damn mod, this is my Xbox
I am the damn flat guy, this ain′t no damn cat
I don't do no damn mod, this is my Xbox
Supreme stick on the teacup
Man, toast to chance ′cause we up
If niggas don't like that, speak up
If nigga want my spot, then keep up
My women titties is C-cup
We on Pinterest, you see us
Oh, my, mama mia
Oh, my, mama mia
Huh, fuck out my face before I pull out the shank
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I'm not cool with you niggas (true), I don′t do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3′s and some Timbs
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I′m not cool with you niggas (true), I don't do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3′s and some Timbs
I put ass in a C-spitch, I keep that motherfucker glued
I know Thotty got a little bit of clout, but I'm not in the TV mood
I got so many sons in this shit, y'all ass gon′ get ensued
I came fly with Jiggy Nick before the views
Everywhere I look, I feel the respect being true
All these accomplishments, I accept shit
The rap game still me, got black ball protected
I′m a villain and I'm mad, I have all the neglect
Huh, all these two big pockets, my bitch
My truck and my sprinter (sprinter)
I slide to Wicker Park, I see a model, I take her to dinner
Gotta cut these niggas off, this that way, man, they hinder (hinder)
I don′t discriminate with my women, mix 'em up in a blender
Huh, fuck out my face before I pull out the shank
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I′m not cool with you niggas (true), I don't do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3s and some Timbs
I′m mad as fuck, I'm on
Do the hit, I'm the mannequin
I′m not a rapper, I′m a damn poet, man, Diana Nguyen
My NYC bitch and my guts, please call me mad here Catherine
My inner artsy nigga comin' out, a nigga channeling
I am the damn flat guy, this ain′t no damn cat
I don't do no damn mod, this is my Xbox
I am the damn flat guy, this ain′t no damn cat
I don't do no damn mod, this is my Xbox
Supreme stick on the teacup
Man, toast to chance ′cause we up
If niggas don't like that, speak up
If nigga want my spot, then keep up
My women titties is C-cup
We on Pinterest, you see us
Oh, my, mama mia
Oh, my, mama mia
Huh, fuck out my face before I pull out the shank
No, no, no, no, no, damn bitch, I fuck you up with the shank
I'm not cool with you niggas (true), I don′t do no damn dance
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3′s and some Timbs
Writer(s): Jalen Hughes, Lars Reus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

