Dom Corleo - Capo lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Capo lyrics]
You’re all a bunch of fuckin assholes
You need people like me
Yeah, bitch, live everyday like
My fuckin' last day
Like this my last day right
Here so I'ma go 'head
And talk to 'em on this
Fuckin' mic' right now
You know what I’m sayin?
They don’t even know what the
Fuck im talkin 'bout though on God
Fuck it
You just tuned in wit' a boss
I'm known to get 'em knocked off
Couple clubs on me like golf
I done took the top, I can’t fold
I’m a big bird, big hawk
I don't care 'bout the cost
I'ma catch a body like Moss
Cheese on you, lil' mouse
I got like four, five shooters
They be slidin' right up in your house
No, I don’t give a fuck
I'ma send thе shot, no doubt
I be talkin' to 'em how I want
'Cause I'm on thе shit that I talk
And I know that that ain't what you on
So that pressure, I'ma put it on
Way too sexy for this syrup though
Eleven bitches at my front door
Everybody wanna be some
Why the fuck they won't stop?
They wanna hit you when they see some
'Cause everybody wanna be some
My diamonds bitin', can you see sun?
I done flat-lined, can't see none
I woke up high, had a
Realisation, bitch, I’m too paid, yeah
I'm part of the new wave, yeah
They wanna join the play, yeah, yeah
Throw a flag on the play, yeah
Bitch, I’m a dog, treat that hoe rough
Bitch, I'm a dog, treat her like nun'
Bitch, I'm a dog, got it out the mud
Blue hunnids on me, yeah, I'm thumbin'
I'm too lit, got the crowd jumpin'
I'ma fuck her, then I'm gon' dub it
Bitch, I done turned nothin' into somethin'
How I turned a ten into a hunnid?
How I'm fuckin' hoes that I ain't fuck with?
My brother say it, I'ma up it
I just upped the score, that's a bucket
I done got it all from the hustlin'
They fuckin' wit' me, I'm a hustler
I let it burn like Usher
Really I'm just not a lover
To be honest, I just wouldn't trust her
'Cause I done got it out the gutter
I'm passin' to you, lil' buster
Have a bet goin', he, fuck her
Pockets fatter than your big homie
Cut-in ksubis, spilled syrup on it
Fuck, I done spilled syrup on 'em
Stick in my pants, big totin'
If I'm a bitch, then I'm a bad thot
Pull up on the block "Pap, pap"
Make you disappear, ta da
Send him up, he gon' meet God
You need people like me
Yeah, bitch, live everyday like
My fuckin' last day
Like this my last day right
Here so I'ma go 'head
And talk to 'em on this
Fuckin' mic' right now
You know what I’m sayin?
They don’t even know what the
Fuck im talkin 'bout though on God
Fuck it
You just tuned in wit' a boss
I'm known to get 'em knocked off
Couple clubs on me like golf
I done took the top, I can’t fold
I’m a big bird, big hawk
I don't care 'bout the cost
I'ma catch a body like Moss
Cheese on you, lil' mouse
I got like four, five shooters
They be slidin' right up in your house
No, I don’t give a fuck
I'ma send thе shot, no doubt
I be talkin' to 'em how I want
'Cause I'm on thе shit that I talk
And I know that that ain't what you on
So that pressure, I'ma put it on
Way too sexy for this syrup though
Eleven bitches at my front door
Everybody wanna be some
Why the fuck they won't stop?
They wanna hit you when they see some
'Cause everybody wanna be some
My diamonds bitin', can you see sun?
I done flat-lined, can't see none
I woke up high, had a
Realisation, bitch, I’m too paid, yeah
I'm part of the new wave, yeah
They wanna join the play, yeah, yeah
Throw a flag on the play, yeah
Bitch, I’m a dog, treat that hoe rough
Bitch, I'm a dog, treat her like nun'
Bitch, I'm a dog, got it out the mud
Blue hunnids on me, yeah, I'm thumbin'
I'm too lit, got the crowd jumpin'
I'ma fuck her, then I'm gon' dub it
Bitch, I done turned nothin' into somethin'
How I turned a ten into a hunnid?
How I'm fuckin' hoes that I ain't fuck with?
My brother say it, I'ma up it
I just upped the score, that's a bucket
I done got it all from the hustlin'
They fuckin' wit' me, I'm a hustler
I let it burn like Usher
Really I'm just not a lover
To be honest, I just wouldn't trust her
'Cause I done got it out the gutter
I'm passin' to you, lil' buster
Have a bet goin', he, fuck her
Pockets fatter than your big homie
Cut-in ksubis, spilled syrup on it
Fuck, I done spilled syrup on 'em
Stick in my pants, big totin'
If I'm a bitch, then I'm a bad thot
Pull up on the block "Pap, pap"
Make you disappear, ta da
Send him up, he gon' meet God