Tha Captin - Lil Mama and Her Friends

Got da stretch Suburban
And I sat it on them twos
I was 17 my rims
Same age as my boo
Pull up to da hill
Capo higher than jet fuel
I was broke in elementary
Richest nigga in high school
Graduation went to da beach
Na I ain't playin'
Around wit no pool
16 I was in da strip club
Putting dubs in a bitch boobs
Shawty say dat I'm cute
Ain't say shit back
I'm on mute solo
I ain't wit no crew
Nigga's sing like r and b groups
I can feel da hatred
Just da simple fact
Dat I made it
I done came up
From da basement
New Capone on ya boo playlist
Baby girl what u thinking
It's to many hoes to be patient
I want follow you like no agent
Use to play for me she traded
Damn she fine she sexy
She say her name was Leslie
Don't call jus text me
I ain't tryna be yo best friend
Finances in Texas
Get da wire transfer
Send a message
Got sum real estate
Out in Kansas
Gotta package ain't been tampered
All my plates say Tennessee
But I smoke Cali weed
Don't even know
Why I keep her round
Jus like her neck and knees
I used sum crumbs
To get to da top
Jus like baked mac and cheese
And every real nigga
In da 4-2-3 know I'ma O-G

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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