Caponedagod - Randy Jackson Lyrics

See, this is what the f*ck I'm talking about right here, foe nem
Y'all nahfrboys, y'all niggas too much money, boy y'all boys got to turn that bitch down, on my mama
Go ahead then nephew, god almighty
That's it right there
Chill out, chill out
What's with all that shit you niggas on?
Like, I don't peep shit
Ole rapping ass nigga won't say my name, that shit a sneak diss
Boy this mob music for the mafia, this shit like three-six,
I done showed y'all more signs then a bitch that's with that greek shit,
I'm on creep shit, watch him while he sleep, and let a fleek flick
Ole fleek, flickin' ass nigga, he scary as hell, I let that heat hit
Been in deep shit
Dodgin' fed cases, ain't been sleep since
Boy it's 50 balls a week, I kept it cute, cause we in week 6, nigga
I'm with hoes you dream of, told lil bro to keep up
My bitch bad as hell, I went Chanel just for the time she seen us
Take me out the game, a dotted line, she gon' have to sign the prenup
My bitch got a fat ass, I pay for tits, that lil' bitch left with a C cup
It's a no for me, dawg, treat that bitch like Randy Jackson
If I did, I'd hit her in the woods a cabin in Tallahassee
Pone i'm tryna work how much a verse?
Lil' nigga, you bad at rapping
I'm a sick, rich lil f*ck nigga, she say I'm pass aggressive
Like, nah, for real
Hashtag not for real, nigga
Not for real boys, nigga
Not for real one, nigga
Yeah
Yeah