Lil Wayne - Cap & Gown lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Cap & Gown lyrics]
Oh my goodness uh
I turned my mansion to a juug house
I did a TV show with Jesse off of Full House
Oh lord, I turned my mansion to a ho house
I did a show way in Haiti
Bought the Zoes out
I rolls out in the car with the head missing
The hoes out closed mouth
Don't get fed shit in the cold drought
Old south habit's, I pour it up
You pour it out
I left the court house with a stroll
Bounce and no doubt
I know I'm no slouch if Hov vouch
My doors sprout i help my bro out and get
Him out the dope house
I never sold loud since that
Old couch that fold out
Like the pronounce that I am on a whole ounce
Stank so loud like old trout and toes out
Make these hoes crouch, then roll, bounce
Then roll out
And kick rocks, I started with six rocks
Oh lord (Woo)
Let it breathe i started off with six rocks
Made 30 dollars, thank god for hip hop
Didn't stop, I was gettin' guap
Gotta diddy bop and hit the block with my
Palms itching like chicken pox
Bop jiggy bop, my niggas hot, my bitch a fox
All you niggas mock
You bit my swag like little crocks
Don't give diddly squat 'bout any
Man or city cops
Pistol in my sock, no lollipops
We lickin' shots
Moms cooked dinner and then the
Pots went to my pops
He was whippin' rock around the clock, oh
How I watched
Then I got shot and then I dropped
Then went in shock
Laid up in that hospital room
Soon as the doctor knock
You know I hopped up
Bounced back like boom shakala
Got rich at 15 and moved momma out
Got lit at 15, ooh, cotton mouth
Started off with six rocks
It's a mountain now
Ooh, and I ain't climbin' down
I never been a fan of common grounds
I been gettin' green since Bobby Brown
Been meaning to write my wrongs
But I been too busy to jot 'em down
And when you visit, I'm not around
I hope your view isn't from out of bounds
I come to do business
So for your new niggas disguising frowns
When your crew fishing, your body's found
Oh lord
I turned my mansion to the White House
Did a movie with Forest Whittaker
Got my lines down
Ooh, but my mansion still a ho house
Did a show at home
Bought my bros and no foes out
I rolls out in the coupe with the doors out
The whores out
My flow is like a shoe with the soles out
Dr scholl's vouch
I knows how to move with my nose down
Keep my nose out of people business
News and hoes' mouth 'cause these hoes foul
My pops from the goose
I'm from Eagle Street, hollygrove child
I used to have the Nissan with Bose sound
I drove around
Chrome 44 with the gold snout
Take your crown
Extended clip that poke out, reload rounds
Sex with a bitch, deep stroke, ouch
She so aroused
Next to the bitch is a coke pile
Your hoes mouth
Mine goes down, swallows child with no chow
That mean no teeth, holy cow, slow it down
Yeah, I guess I'm hoin' now
I never been a fan of knowin' vows
I been gettin' green, I mean more than cows
Been meaning to settle down
But I be jugglin' hoes like a clown
And if she gullible, I like her style
If she bisexual, I dyke her out
And if she flexible, if she flexible
I'll wrap her 'round
Get head and pussy, call it cap and gown
Oh lord
No ceilings no feelings
You all in your feelings
I'm like fuck your feelings
Mannie Fresh on the beat
I turned my mansion to a juug house
I did a TV show with Jesse off of Full House
Oh lord, I turned my mansion to a ho house
I did a show way in Haiti
Bought the Zoes out
I rolls out in the car with the head missing
The hoes out closed mouth
Don't get fed shit in the cold drought
Old south habit's, I pour it up
You pour it out
I left the court house with a stroll
Bounce and no doubt
I know I'm no slouch if Hov vouch
My doors sprout i help my bro out and get
Him out the dope house
I never sold loud since that
Old couch that fold out
Like the pronounce that I am on a whole ounce
Stank so loud like old trout and toes out
Make these hoes crouch, then roll, bounce
Then roll out
And kick rocks, I started with six rocks
Oh lord (Woo)
Let it breathe i started off with six rocks
Made 30 dollars, thank god for hip hop
Didn't stop, I was gettin' guap
Gotta diddy bop and hit the block with my
Palms itching like chicken pox
Bop jiggy bop, my niggas hot, my bitch a fox
All you niggas mock
You bit my swag like little crocks
Don't give diddly squat 'bout any
Man or city cops
Pistol in my sock, no lollipops
We lickin' shots
Moms cooked dinner and then the
Pots went to my pops
He was whippin' rock around the clock, oh
How I watched
Then I got shot and then I dropped
Then went in shock
Laid up in that hospital room
Soon as the doctor knock
You know I hopped up
Bounced back like boom shakala
Got rich at 15 and moved momma out
Got lit at 15, ooh, cotton mouth
Started off with six rocks
It's a mountain now
Ooh, and I ain't climbin' down
I never been a fan of common grounds
I been gettin' green since Bobby Brown
Been meaning to write my wrongs
But I been too busy to jot 'em down
And when you visit, I'm not around
I hope your view isn't from out of bounds
I come to do business
So for your new niggas disguising frowns
When your crew fishing, your body's found
Oh lord
I turned my mansion to the White House
Did a movie with Forest Whittaker
Got my lines down
Ooh, but my mansion still a ho house
Did a show at home
Bought my bros and no foes out
I rolls out in the coupe with the doors out
The whores out
My flow is like a shoe with the soles out
Dr scholl's vouch
I knows how to move with my nose down
Keep my nose out of people business
News and hoes' mouth 'cause these hoes foul
My pops from the goose
I'm from Eagle Street, hollygrove child
I used to have the Nissan with Bose sound
I drove around
Chrome 44 with the gold snout
Take your crown
Extended clip that poke out, reload rounds
Sex with a bitch, deep stroke, ouch
She so aroused
Next to the bitch is a coke pile
Your hoes mouth
Mine goes down, swallows child with no chow
That mean no teeth, holy cow, slow it down
Yeah, I guess I'm hoin' now
I never been a fan of knowin' vows
I been gettin' green, I mean more than cows
Been meaning to settle down
But I be jugglin' hoes like a clown
And if she gullible, I like her style
If she bisexual, I dyke her out
And if she flexible, if she flexible
I'll wrap her 'round
Get head and pussy, call it cap and gown
Oh lord
No ceilings no feelings
You all in your feelings
I'm like fuck your feelings
Mannie Fresh on the beat