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Why You Cappin (feat. The Real Dnation)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thc The Harlem Child
Thc The Harlem Child
Performer
The Real Dnation
The Real Dnation
Performer
Carl Jerome Williams
Carl Jerome Williams
Performer
Jermaine D Davis
Jermaine D Davis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Jerome Williams
Carl Jerome Williams
Songwriter
Jermaine D Davis
Jermaine D Davis
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Every day, make money and pray) Whoa, whoa, whoa You ain't like that Nah Let's get it, grr You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Spit some bull and call it rapping You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Words don't add up to ya actions Put on a show, broke a leg Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'? Here you chatting, I get active Hate you niggas with a passion I be twisting some sticky shit I hit you where it hurt Don't make sprinkle in some grabba From the nigga on ya shirt Get it popping come outside Oh, you playing hide and seek? How you tryna beef with niggas With locations on ya tweet With locations on snap I get in here with my strap I'm a man, I need a respect I'ma need you to relax Why you capping only packs You had as facts was on your backs Bet I prove a couple stacks I have ya love ones turn they backs Saw a bank account increase When I turned cocaine in to crack Grab a freshy then I hit the ATM and pull out packs The way you watch me on the 'Gram That's how I watch you when you lack Don't mix money with emotions Why I never get attached You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Spit some bull and call it rapping You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Words don't add up to ya actions Put on a show, broke a leg Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'? Here you chatting, I get active Hate you niggas with a passion I hear you talking, why you cappin' Dogs you ain't like that I hit ya block and started popping And you ain't strike back Come get ya man up off the sidewalk (get 'em) Bitch, you better slide (uh) Everybody claim they drilling But these niggas never ride Big object on my waist, nigga, that's a 45 I done slid inside ya bitch about 140 times She a thotty lil' hottie coming from the projects She be giving dumb head, we nick named her nonsense Niggas claim they gon' merk me, I ain't get a scar yet Man, the shit I'm armed with, it sound like a bomb hit Better run forest run, for I turn you into gump You don't wanna get hit with what's hidden in the trunk You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Spit some bull and call it rapping (why?) You ain't like that, why you cappin'? Words don't add up to ya actions Put on a show, broke a leg Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'? Here you chatting, I get active Hate you niggas with a passion
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