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Kap G – CEO (feat. Kapfe)

[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I’m a CEO in the makin’
They don’t really want me to make it
Fuck that shit, I’ma take it
In high school, I wore Asics
Then I brought back new New Balance
I wear them in 2010
Make a nigga crank that pool pass
Know my niggas come out with that FFN
Kick the door down ’cause they gon’ let me in
Treat my partners like brothers, I don’t got no friends
I been swimmin’ with sharks and I don’t got no fins
If you knew where I came from, I’m not with the game
You gotta watch out for your enemies
Even your friends be your frenemies
Fuck all that cappin’, you ‘posed to be kin to me
Fuck all that sad shit, I don’t show no sympathy
Fuck a color, I just wanna get green
Get the profits, split it up with the team
Swear that’s why I had to roll up my jeans
I’m a rapper slash actor, might be on your screen
They must not know where I came from
Sacrifices, had to make some
Only eat with the ones who were with me before I had shit
Dare you to say somethin’, these be my day ones

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

[Verse 2: Kap G & Kapfe]
Swear they only see the shine
But they don’t never see the grind
Before these Louis V designs
I was slangin’ rhymes like they lions
Pull up on that bitch and hit from behind
Told my partners, we gon’ see better times
How the hell we gon’ get left behind?
We upper echelon, we gon’ get rich or die tryin’
Change up my line
Naw fool
Hol’ up, I’m tryna wet her food
Daddy got locked by them cops
Man, he stood on that block, he was sellin’ that dog food
Fuck what them niggas gon’ call you
Broke is what they never call you
Once car for one of my niggas
Man, best believe all of them bitches gon’ fall through
N-n-n-n-n-n-naw fool, these niggas sound like some house shoes
I just be drippin’ that Ragu, you cannot cuff me like the cops do
And I’ma reply like a boss too
And I answer all like a boss too
I just wanna buy my own house, fool
And I’ma just trap out the house, fool, you dig?
Fuck, gon’ drink it away
Y’all call them cops, they pigs
Put this shit all in a blunt
Y’all smokin’ cigs, that ain’t it
Dreams on big, blunt on big
Bad bitch with me but she ain’t shit

[Chorus: Kap G]
We came from nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
Might smoke me a iron, feel like I’m in London
They used to be frontin’, now we do no lovin’
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I’ma blow smoke in they faces, look at my diamonds they HD
Nigga be buyin’ these rupees, nigga, got signed by KP
And a nigga only was 18, then I met Pharrell, he the Bape king
Heard they puttin’ on just for ratings, I’m a CEO in the makin’

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Montana of 300 – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

[Intro: Montana of 300]
Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You already know what it is man
You already know why I’m here, man
I ain’t like this fucking beat. Only doing this shit cause my fans asked me
In the studio, eating Halls and shit. Still sick with this shit

[Verse 1: Montana of 300]
These haters on my dick piss em off
Take a pic with his bitch flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
Sold they soul for a loan niggas lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g’s like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I was Too $hort
Was serving niggas in the mall like a food court
Deuce 5 on me I was Derrick Rose in New York
Had to put some squares in a box like some Newport’s
I grew older and my heart got colder
And my mind got stronger
And my money got longer
And them bitches got naked,and them people started hatin’
And my guns got bigger,so my flow got sicker
Let me tell you about this young cat,I always used to front packs
Was known for poking niggas for that paper like a thumbtack
I told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb cats
It’s free J Real until the day my nigga comeback
I used to pull up on the block with the bass banging
Big Strap hug a nigga like he waist training
I catch you clowns running around get your face painted
I put the chrome to his dome cause I hate aiming
10K for a show, you better hurry before the price change up
Rap god the life bringer,The life changer
I hope they pull it, 30 bullets in my banger
Versace shoes on looking like the white ranger
And these bitches not my problem they ain’t stressing me
Bitch if you not my you bitch you can’t question me
And shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin me
You call her Stephanie?, I call her referee
Shawty got that fire head that’s a specialty
Head down between my legs OOOUUU pedigree
KP just called said he got another check for me
Like why you keep on sonning them I should get a vasectomy
Flow heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing me
On my legacy
Saucing they want the recipe
I’m flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches fetching me
And your bitch like my song she know every word like a spelling bee
Boy I swear we will be nothing breathing ahead of me
Came a long way from selling weed, wetting shit like the 7 seas
Stacking dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousy
Way before the felony’s had these bitch niggas scared of me
I promise if you threaten me, When I see you you better be ready to back it up because I’m on your heels like i’m Beverly
Killing the infidelity,After U like the letter V
Gun smoking so much I think God might just be inhaling me
My swagger said,Might bag ya bitch
Go through walls like casper shit
Might sent her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitch
Thats savage shit,I spaz and shit
Rap god to some I’m blasphemous
I’ve mastered this,They mad as shit
They can’t stand me like Kapernick
I’ve passed the grace,[?]
My wrist matches Michael Jackson’s kicks
That 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like cactus’s
And no more moving packages
I’m stacking chips,my cash is thick
They broke as hell but paying tithes
Reason there pastor is rich
Pole inside my jumpsuit look like I be running track and shit
This 30 be my magic stick
I shoot like I’m T Mack with it
Catch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I’m [?] and shit
No joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don’t go back to this