CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Bonafide*
Ayy, Tjay, you made this?
Had yo' girl, I get her wetter than the ocean (Yeah)
These n***as talkin’, I ain't hearing the commotion (No, no)
Three strokes deep, got her wetter than the ocean (Woah, woah)
She's all for me, she’s got deadly devotion (Oh, woah)
Hit the gas I fade away, I got dummy high
You f**k around with my gang, that's a suicide
And you best not say my name, all these bullets fly
The realest n***a in the game, and it's bonafide
Bonafide, b*t*hes bonafide
On the beat, I tеnd to glide
Tried to be my main, but sorry, b*t*h, you rеally just a side
Ain't no way they takin' mine
Got 'em silent like a mime
All these n***as lookin' sour, like a Sprite, lemon lime
Check, check, check, waking up to the bread
She gave neck, neck, neck, that's some really good head
Yeah, I got a cla**y b*t*h
She the Lilo to my St**ch
If that n***a talkin’ sh*t
Leave him with a couple st**ches
Count the racks, from the bottom to the very top
They plottin’ on my downfall, but ain't no way I’ll stop
Brand new Tesla, on the roof I'll milly rock
Tryna get like me, better stack the guap
Had yo' girl, I get her wetter than the ocean (Yeah)
These n***as talkin', I ain’t hearing the commotion (No, no)
Three strokes deep, got her wetter than the ocean (Woah, woah)
She's all for me, she's got deadly devotion (Oh, woah)
Hit the gas I fade away, I got dummy high
You f**k around with my gang, that's a suicide
And you best not say my name, all these bullets fly
The realest n***a in the game, and it's bonafide
Had yo' girl, I get her wetter than the ocean (Yeah)
These n***as talkin’, I ain't hearing the commotion (No, no)
Three strokes deep, got her wetter than the ocean (Woah, woah)
She's all for me, she’s got deadly devotion (Oh, woah)
Hit the gas I fade away, I got dummy high
You f**k around with my gang, that's a suicide
And you best not say my name, all these bullets fly
The realest n***a in the game, and it's bonafide
Bonafide, b*t*hes bonafide
On the beat, I tеnd to glide
Tried to be my main, but sorry, b*t*h, you rеally just a side
Ain't no way they takin' mine
Got 'em silent like a mime
All these n***as lookin' sour, like a Sprite, lemon lime
Check, check, check, waking up to the bread
She gave neck, neck, neck, that's some really good head
Yeah, I got a cla**y b*t*h
She the Lilo to my St**ch
If that n***a talkin’ sh*t
Leave him with a couple st**ches
Count the racks, from the bottom to the very top
They plottin’ on my downfall, but ain't no way I’ll stop
Brand new Tesla, on the roof I'll milly rock
Tryna get like me, better stack the guap
Had yo' girl, I get her wetter than the ocean (Yeah)
These n***as talkin', I ain’t hearing the commotion (No, no)
Three strokes deep, got her wetter than the ocean (Woah, woah)
She's all for me, she's got deadly devotion (Oh, woah)
Hit the gas I fade away, I got dummy high
You f**k around with my gang, that's a suicide
And you best not say my name, all these bullets fly
The realest n***a in the game, and it's bonafide
