Capricorn

Capricorn - Now What lyrics

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I want the beat to come in, aaah 

Wha-wha-whoa-whoa-whoa 

And make that shit bang like that old shit 

Like what 

Uhh 



[Chorus:] 



He said "It's poppin at the club" 

Ya rollin down the strip on dubs 

I got the Cristal in the cup 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 



Pay attention from the top my nigga 

Figure it out, Capricorn is here to turn shit out 

Sexy motherfucker, bells ring, cap the dog 

Out the penal into the club, clear the smoke screen 

Hottie revival, check the routine 

I rip shit from Cali to Queens, doin my thang nahmean? 

??? tone gon' handle the voice prone 

Well-connected, underworld ties, to each his own 

I play my park control zone, let it be known 

Baby girl rockin them world, wit the strips on 

Heady eyes, no surprise, I stay fly 

Caught this nigga peepin me out, a wiseguy 

He was mackin and I was mackin back 

Invisionin some shit we would do if laid flat 

Meet me at the bar, so we can parlay 

Thug Pass' action wit Cris, fuck Alize 



[Chorus x2] 



Damn 

Twisted sex style so they empty me 

Seven figure sent deals like fees you pay for me 

My nigga need the 4 G's, smoke the ill trees 

Scope Gabbana C's, ya bout the 8-50, bitch please 

Be attitude cos he don't know you, tight rule 

Keep the balance on line, for those who been confused, nigga 

Cross thoughts, do it wrong he rules, baby boy 

Heavy in game, he play, you lose 

How Do U Want It? I'm askin you like Pac 

And if ya askin me well man I like it on the top 

Hot like fire, natural born killer for hire 

Covered like Esquire the liar 

Easy like your shire, send yo ass to blues wrong 

I'm like that long calm beauty, I got the strong arm 

There's no ???? shit, you crossed me wrong 

Hot sex live on set, checkmate the pawn/porn 



[Chorus x2] 



Double-bed, wolfin this, we right back 

Willy out, superstar clout, I cover your points Brett 

Enemies is infrared, that's how I see em 

Sayin some shit I said I didn't mean, you cats believe em 

Only a man I fucked em, hauled ass and trucked em 

Said he liked it my way and so I stuck him 

For the cash wit my bitch ass, but he liked dat 

He must cos he keep on comin right back 



[Chorus x2] 



[Outro:] 



He said "It's poppin at the club" 

Capricorn, y'all ain't ready for me 

Y'all ain't fuckin me, y'all can't do it like me 

Comin from the Westside 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 

And all the bitches and all the niggas 

And everybody knee deep in the game 

Don't be a dumb nigga in the game nigga 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 

Uhh, doja, indo, chronic, tha shit is here 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what 

Got em knee deep with the freak now what what what
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Language: English

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