Young Nudy – Cap Dem Lyrics

  • Young Nudy – Cap Dem Lyrics

Young Nudy – Cap Dem Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Before you do anything, fire up you a blunt
If you got some drink, pour you a cup
‘Cause I’m finna pour you a cup
This called Slime Juice
Welcome to my world
Okay? Let’s ride
Fall out? Fall out with who?
Well, I told them that
If they turn against me (COUPE)
I was gon’ kill them
(What you tell ’em, Slime?)
I told that ho, if she ain’t showed me she was real
Hah, I was gon’ fuck all her friends
(What the fuck you mean, you don’t know DJ Marc B?)
I ain’t lyin’

[Chorus]
Bitch (Yep), whoever thought that I would really be here?
Too much money on me, who thought I would wanna be them? (Damn)
Be them? (Why?), a nigga don’t wanna see them (Uh-uh)
Put a real nigga in my face and I’ll believe them (Pussies)
‘Cause a lot of niggas can’t rap when I see them (Pussies)
Lotta niggas switch up, but I know what it is (What it is)
Lotta bitches wanna fuck, I see she be jockin’ Slim (She be jockin’ Slim)

[Verse 1]
I know niggas wanna fall out ’cause they bitch know what it is (Yeah)
I don’t beef with niggas, I just fuck they bitch, that’s what it is (Yeah)
‘Cause when I spend money, I spin choppers and niggas disappear (Yeah)
And I’m just keepin’ it real, I don’t know how else keep it real (Nah)
I was in the streets, in the jungle, you already know pack that steel on ya
(That steel on ya)
But you gotta tuck it, bitch niggas’ll squeal on ya (Squeal on ya)
‘Cause they know a nigga dangerous (Dangerous)
Smoke this blunt like a JJ, hit some angel dust (Wow, wow)
And I just squeeze, get a bitch nigga up outta there
Came up out that shit lighter, tell me, God, I don’t even care (Don’t even care)
Nigga play with me, I guess you weren’t built when I took it there
(When I took it there)
I was shootin’ that bitch nigga so hard, they said I wasn’t shootin’ fair
(He ain’t shootin’ fair)
Said that it was up with me, fuck nigga, it’s time to take it there (Yeah, nigga)
Squeezin’ at you and your mama and kids and everything, I don’t even care
(I don’t even care)
Bitch, I was born in ’90s, I’m a ’90s baby, nigga, we take it there
(Nigga, we take it there)
Temp fade with dreads, and our hands squeezin’ triggers anywhere (Anywhere)
And I got shooters that look like Rasta, hell, I’m a Rasta (I’m a Rasta)
You play with me, I whip out that black chopper, hit you with that blocka-blocka (Blocka-blocka)
I’m still the same nigga, and you know I kept shit so damn proper (So damn proper)
Know I like to do it down and dirty, got that chopper chopper (Got that chopper chopper)
Okay, bitch, listen, crowned your bitch like Shottas, yeah (Shottas, yeah)
I just hit the mall and get to ballin’, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
I get that money, bitch, it ain’t no stallin’, for real (Nah, for real)
For real (Nah, for real, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch (Yep), whoever thought that I would really be here?
Too much money on me, who thought I would wanna be them? (Damn)
Be them? (Why?), a nigga don’t wanna see them (Uh-uh)
Put a real nigga in my face and I’ll believe them (Pussies)
‘Cause a lot of niggas can’t rap when I see them (Pussies)
Lotta niggas switch up, but I know what it is (What it is)
Lotta bitches wanna fuck, I see she be jockin’ Slim (She be jockin’ Slim)

[Verse 2]
Nah, really, ho
Fuck your bitch one time, that’s the dealio (Okay)
Gave her the Holy Ghost, you know I hit her with the stroke (Holy)
And her head game was so good, I told her, “Elizabeth, I’m comin’ home”
(Elizabeth, I’m comin’ home)
Man, that bitch really from Atlanta, she got that Georgia dome
(She got that Georgia dome)
Man that head was worldwide, I don’t know what she on (I don’t know what she on)
But I think we on the same drug, might be the Perc’, though
(Might be the Perc’, though)
I don’t feel good when I fuck the bitch, you gotta squirt, ho (You gotta squirt, ho)
She said go harder, pop that molly, I’m in my mojo (I’m in my mojo)
She want that X, man (X, man)
Left her nigga for me, he’s the ex-man (He’s the ex-man)
And she ain’t comin’ back without no bread, man (Without no bread, man)
Okay, gotta get some money, and I ain’t scared, man (I ain’t scared, man)
You should fuck with me ’cause I got rubber bands (I got rubber bands)
In her mouth, no rubber, man (Nuh-uh)
‘Bout to hit her from the back, got the rubber in (Got the rubber in)

[Chorus]
Bitch (Yep), whoever thought that I would really be here?
Too much money on me, who thought I would wanna be them? (Damn)
Be them? (Why?), a nigga don’t wanna see them (Uh-uh)
Put a real nigga in my face and I’ll believe them (Pussies)
‘Cause a lot of niggas can’t rap when I see them (Pussies)
Lotta niggas switch up, but I know what it is (What it is)
Lotta bitches wanna fuck, I see she be jockin’ Slim (She be jockin’ Slim)

[Outro]
You know ’bout Slime
Stop playin’ with me
Hahahahaha

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