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Snap Capone My cocaine lookin' like powder In the mix like Tiffany Calver Might just do it on the back street (Slay Products) Wet a nigga like a shower The Day-Date yellow Excuse me miss, arse lookin' like J-Lo Head shot, give a boy halo Snap, huncho, no Quavo Made in the manor like Kano Two cats in the side Richard and Mike Lick it on the main road Snap is back Strapped with double waps Your homie gettin' tax Loves gone like Michael Jack' Big jacket, Michael Dap' I can't how many pebs, got a mouth full Anytime I walk through county council Rusty peddle bike chain for my runners You know who they're servin' it out to Came through, another chain on my neck But she looked at me crazy when I was low Letras de cancionesYou know I just came for head But wanna talk feelings, I don't do those You don't know 'bout bad days I was banged up, little bars on my bed frame Had me in hell Ramadan, had my kettle and a flask I was really tryna fast them days as well I don't really wanna take his bitch But I bet if I look she stops And when I get dressed, put my knife on first Then after I'm puttin' on socks I came out of jail, hopped in a Phantom My life expensive Bitch, don't kill my vibe Came through lookin' like Kendrick Still try sell me a ten bit Audi, Beamers and Benz's Snap, I'm the king of the trenches If I damage his face, can't mend it Tell him, "don't be dumb, you don't wanna act silly" Knife to your cheek, get his buck tricky Nineteen, Glock 19, big handle, VV's lit like candles And I can't even trust me a soul these days When I don't know them boy's angle When I was on the wing with my hair all picky In sandles, single plaits gettin' tangled It came with a scope It came with a bone I shoot like Wick Hundred shots for 'em both It came in whole Flake in my bowl, I'm scrapin' the coke She my favourite hoe Met her in a rave, I ain't datin' it, no, no It came with a scope It came with a bone I shoot like Wick Hundred shots for 'em both It came in whole Flake in my bowl, I'm scrapin' the coke She my favourite hoe Met her in a rave, I ain't takin' her home The coupe is black But the seats same colour as mayo My buj from Pakistan My coke, I get it from Dayo I don't fight with this chrome .45 Just left that boy KO'd Pull up with two shooters in two blacked out Mondeo's I don't want no fist fights, it ain't school days Spill a man's juice like I dropped my Kool-Aid Came up council flat, had to out this pack in the hallway I need me a new Day-Date with a small face And I still got a next court case Ask mummy, I was gettin' it always Grey wooly hat, black North Face It came with a scope It came with a bone I shoot like Wick Hundred shots for 'em both It came in whole Flake in my bowl, I'm scrapin' the coke She my favourite hoe Met her in a rave, I ain't takin' her home From Letras Mania