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Correct Das Cap (REMIX) Lyrics
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[Intro: Tabby & Shawn Cee] I guarantee you with a track like uh... What, Das Cap? (yeah) ...a rapper who's got that charisma, who's got that flow, who's got that way about him; could make that track into an instant banger [Verse 1] Do shit like this too easily Freckle-face flash the stick like Weasley Put your shit on blast 'cause your CD’s weak God bless January 1993 Little ritz getting cheese, rest of ya’ll saltines Fuckin' squares salty there’s a honky with this steeze All organic, fuck a label on my groceries No debating, flow as wavy as Kanye type beats Give a fuck 'bout the soundclouds No charisma and you’d sound the same if you swapped mouths Instrumental bump the whip 'cause Feefo just a nice guy This is an example how to ride your fucking beats right (right right right) Where are my adlibs? Don’t be dramatic, Tabby, you spazzin' Damn this a classic, remix more often Sorry, I can’t, I’d run out of coffins This needs more filler; look so Mac Miller Coffee and Dilla, breakfast of winners You on beginner, my game on expert This is my season, end yours like Dexter DD! Get out of my laboratory Emcees! Sound like ya’ll were born this morning It’s funny how you told to try to be more lyrical By normies who bought Target out of all Revival physicals [Bridge] Y’all articulate as joints on a Barbie Doll, spit Can’t even change hair on a Polly Pocket Woke as Russ, black as Gerald, gay as Macklemore is Don’t come at me with taste on my Michelin star shit [Verse 2] Might fuck around and be the Chopped Champion Mic in my hand a perfect match like Pam & Jim Your producer should have put you in the friend zone, uh I’m available, tell him hit my Venmo up Smack a feature that doesn’t match the tempo, Trunks Going Saiyan, got the sword 'cause I’m slaying you chumps Gang way, replicas, here’s the blade runner Master Bruce going Wayne, this my dedication Man, was about to give a fuck Thankfully, I caught myself Elderly have fallen, help Better call an ambulance that Red Alert medallion Froze, no functionality Well golly gee, ain’t that a B-itchy So I’m scratching off veterans like lottery Or me on wax when fucking pre-orders hit 500 "Peachfuzz!" the second come up Ski-mask on album cover See, that, and know the summer means Subtraction of your numbers Need absence, need space like your ex do Stop thinking it’s a text All you feel is a shift in your belt loop Motherfucker I’m just really tryna help you Donald Glover feeling something 'bout to wake up Not talking bout your hunger 'cause it ain’t much Yeah, thinking that my stomach got the 9 tails Fuck your foreign, whipping high on a clydesdale Why your rhymes stale? [Outro] I can’t even smoke anymore Pink drink on the daily, I’m that metrosexual Acting feminine to get to know these ladies head to toe Smelling blood in the water Think you need a bigger boat Bitch!
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