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[Intro]
Da-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, damn
Yeah, nigga
[Chorus]
We can tell that he cappin' for real
Niggas know I'm the captain for real
Newbies match with the jacket for real
I just threw on this fashion for real
Said he steering, he cappin' for real
Niggas know I'm the captain for real
Newbies match with the jacket for real
I just threw on this fashion for real
[Verse 1]
I got way too much passion to kill
Throw that leather, I'm back in the field
I been clever, I'm back for the bills
He want smoke, then it's pack in the mail
I been hearing they flak and it's frail
Shut my eyes, saw a plaque in the mail
And the code, bitch, I'm cracking it still
In that mode, I ain't lackin' a meal
Damn, hop in the front seat, nigga, what's up?
I'm out the country lookin' for bucks
I could have took myself out the pain
Nigga, this drum beat why I get up
I don't know defeat, shawty estranged
Green in my face, I'm tryin' my luck
Keeping that pace, I ain't lettin' up
Keeping that
Da-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, damn
Yeah, nigga
[Chorus]
We can tell that he cappin' for real
Niggas know I'm the captain for real
Newbies match with the jacket for real
I just threw on this fashion for real
Said he steering, he cappin' for real
Niggas know I'm the captain for real
Newbies match with the jacket for real
I just threw on this fashion for real
[Verse 1]
I got way too much passion to kill
Throw that leather, I'm back in the field
I been clever, I'm back for the bills
He want smoke, then it's pack in the mail
I been hearing they flak and it's frail
Shut my eyes, saw a plaque in the mail
And the code, bitch, I'm cracking it still
In that mode, I ain't lackin' a meal
Damn, hop in the front seat, nigga, what's up?
I'm out the country lookin' for bucks
I could have took myself out the pain
Nigga, this drum beat why I get up
I don't know defeat, shawty estranged
Green in my face, I'm tryin' my luck
Keeping that pace, I ain't lettin' up
Keeping that
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