Semm Capella - Personal lyrics
[Semm Capella - Personal lyrics]
Don't get too personal
Just wanna get me some personnel
They say "money talks" (yeah, yeah)
And all my words They sell
Voices in my head get rich, they yell
Not talking to these niggas
They got shit to tell
Fuck with the team and get a trip to hell
She was climbing to success and
On my dick she fell now she flying
That bitch caught the supersmell
Tell 'em I'm doing super well
Tell 'em I'm doing super great
Tell 'em to start recognizing super
Goddamn do it for super's sake
Even though I got your girl all super-soaked
She ('s) like drip drop
Told her I'll fix your pipework ho
Time after time, like tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock time's ticking
I'm working hard while these
Niggas all sleeping
Bumping "Hail Mary" while these
Bitches all kneeling
Music for the soul goddamn I
Know they'll feel it im going to the top
Asking them "which ceiling"
My niggas not playing poker
But they be dealing, so deal with it
We getting real with it
We'll get your girl in the booth
She swallows, I spit it you doing? I did it
You had it i get it
You "hustle" "small business" get
Snitched by a witness
Skinny nigga, but lyrically
The fittest in this shit!
And this flow so sick ho
She want cash? Well, bitch, no
She want sex? Nah bitch go
Down till it hurts yo throat and you give up
We tryna live up till we see the day that
The reaper come get us
Till the we'll be getting all
The shoes that be fitting
Run another hundred till we
Like how we living we killing
Now I got your girl in the kitchen
She cooking that bird
I ain't talking bout chicken
She cooking that pigeon now you are bitching
Taking undercover shots
But your bullets are missing
You lying you dying get yo' momma crying
2012 should've been your end like the Mayans
Got the heart of a lion mind of a soldier
Soul of a G and the claws of a vulture
So Ima grab the mic ima turn off the lights
Put my wrist in the air ima supply the shine
Blinding like LED stunting with H&V
Like you want a Bugatti nigga you wanna B
So
Don't get too personal
Don't, don't get too personal (nah)
Don't get too personal
Don't, don't get too personal (yeah)
Don't get to personal
Don't get to personal (nah)
Don't get too personal
Just wanna get me some personnel (yeah)
Just wanna get me some personnel
They say "money talks" (yeah, yeah)
And all my words They sell
Voices in my head get rich, they yell
Not talking to these niggas
They got shit to tell
Fuck with the team and get a trip to hell
She was climbing to success and
On my dick she fell now she flying
That bitch caught the supersmell
Tell 'em I'm doing super well
Tell 'em I'm doing super great
Tell 'em to start recognizing super
Goddamn do it for super's sake
Even though I got your girl all super-soaked
She ('s) like drip drop
Told her I'll fix your pipework ho
Time after time, like tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock time's ticking
I'm working hard while these
Niggas all sleeping
Bumping "Hail Mary" while these
Bitches all kneeling
Music for the soul goddamn I
Know they'll feel it im going to the top
Asking them "which ceiling"
My niggas not playing poker
But they be dealing, so deal with it
We getting real with it
We'll get your girl in the booth
She swallows, I spit it you doing? I did it
You had it i get it
You "hustle" "small business" get
Snitched by a witness
Skinny nigga, but lyrically
The fittest in this shit!
And this flow so sick ho
She want cash? Well, bitch, no
She want sex? Nah bitch go
Down till it hurts yo throat and you give up
We tryna live up till we see the day that
The reaper come get us
Till the we'll be getting all
The shoes that be fitting
Run another hundred till we
Like how we living we killing
Now I got your girl in the kitchen
She cooking that bird
I ain't talking bout chicken
She cooking that pigeon now you are bitching
Taking undercover shots
But your bullets are missing
You lying you dying get yo' momma crying
2012 should've been your end like the Mayans
Got the heart of a lion mind of a soldier
Soul of a G and the claws of a vulture
So Ima grab the mic ima turn off the lights
Put my wrist in the air ima supply the shine
Blinding like LED stunting with H&V
Like you want a Bugatti nigga you wanna B
So
Don't get too personal
Don't, don't get too personal (nah)
Don't get too personal
Don't, don't get too personal (yeah)
Don't get to personal
Don't get to personal (nah)
Don't get too personal
Just wanna get me some personnel (yeah)