Corrección Letra Cap Ain’t Nothing par Karlae

Featuring(s) : Dess Dior

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[Intro: Dess Dior]
Hmm hmm
They got Karlae and Dess in this bitch

[Chorus: Karlae]
Cap ain’t nothin’ it ain’t shit to me you know how I’m coming
Them racks ain’t nothin’ I got plenty Gs you see how I’m thumbing
And I’m killin’ all my enemies FN it be drummin’
And my crib came with amenities your shit ain’t got no oven
Cap ain’t nothin’ it ain’t shit to me you know how I’m coming
Them racks ain’t nothin’ I got plenty Gs you see how I’m thumbing
And I’m killin’ all my enemies FN it be drummin’
And my crib came with amenities your shit ain’t got no oven

[Verse 1: Karlae]
Cap ain’t nothin’
Bitch I rock that fitted
I hop in that Bentley truck, you hop in that rented
Bitch we know you green and all my bitches trained to go
We gon’ take off with your shit you know we kickin’ down your door
You know we leaving niggas broke
Boy that’s your ass
I need Louis, Prada, I need Fendi bags
And no nigga getting my attention with no cakе
If you ain’t getting no money nigga stay up out my face
Anyways this cap ain’t nothin’
Thеse racks ain’t nothin’
I’ve been bickin back all this money coming
Had to call this strap, bitch I see you running
I’mma pop it at your back because I heard that you be frontin’
But I know that

[Verse 2: Dess Dior]
No you hoes ain’t fucking with me
And my fanny hundred fifty
I don’t even talk to niggas all i say is “fuck you give me”
If I want it he gon’ spend it
Ain’t no question or he winnin’
150 in my ear finna take off on a Lear
Man these bitches don’t mean shit to me
I made her pay the fee
Set a nigga right up in his sleep he bustin’ in his dreams
Can’t approach me I’m too mean
Saditty bitch but I love me a nigga spoiling me
Fuck him good he feelin’ me
Don’t approach me like no rookie bitch it’s Big Dess to you
Told that girl she better not come for me you shoot your shot gon’ lose
How I’m walkin’ on this shit I got ‘em trippin’, tie your shoes
We hit Magic then Allure I swear we ‘bout to make the news

[Verse 3: Karlae]
Bitch I’m swerving in that Hellcat
Know you smell that
Too many diamonds on my wrist lil bitch gon’ run and tell that
I need big Ms nigga I ain’t talkin’ Big Mac
I make big cheese, guess that’s why these bitches turn rat
Play your cards right honey we ain’t playing poker
You a joker
Guess that’s why you always broke uh
I’m a savage, ain’t talkin’ 21 or black jack
I’m a maverick you can tell I’m ballin’ by the bag
Dumb bitch I can’t kick it with you on no fun shit
Need my blue strips so I can’t kick it with no bum bitch
Need a rover I know you broke look at your clothes, yeah
Bitch move over, better hope I don’t expose ya, hey

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