Caprice 95 - BULLSHIT "*BASED FREESTYLE*" [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Caprice95] -
Shout out to everybody mothafuck who even talks shit
Nobody listens Nobody gives a fuck, so we just do this shit for no fucking reason
So if we come out here an we start saying some random shit don't even listen to us just fucking standby :

[Corus1: Caprice95] - Really ain't buying all the shit that they selling me x3

[Verse1: Caprice95] - Really ain't buying all the shit that they selling me
I came in the back looking like @BillBellamy
If these boys bitches "im'a" catch another feloni
Your girl came "Thru" nigga charge it to the game
My hair wicked like Kriss Kross your shits lame
I don't give a fuck cause your bitch brains suck!
Pink bandana wrapped around my grill, still "trynna" get handcuffs on "yo" "muthafuckin" Girl
Last time I came around she made that shit twirl in a "Fuckin" spliff now she in the base world
Like a "muthafuckin" ho you won't even know
Knockin on the door, don't move slow
Still "wit" the nyquil and vodka Flow
These Niggas be "talkin" that down shit, what the fuck is you "trippin"???
[I don't even "Fuckin" know but the smith & wesson what I'm gripping
These niggas always talking but when I'm come to they fucking door they don't say shit](pending)
Cause they don't even know, I don't give a Fucking shit ho they be " "trippin"
"fuugk" nobody knows that I fucked up
"cuz" IM CRAZY!
I'm on that lean and "yo" bitch call me Patrick Swayze
Ya cause I got that Fuckin smoothe as polo shirt
"hmm" she like that shit I know, my name ain't Joe dirt
An I got that k9 for that K, wow
5 dollars for a bank
Nigga "wassup"? Bang Bang Bang Bang..........

[Hook2: Caprice95] - I really ain't buying all the shit that they selling me, really ain't buy all the bullshit they selling me x4

[Verse2: Capo]
"We ain't buying shit fuck that!
Really ain't buying all the shit that they "sellin" me
I don't give a fuck, I'm probably "gonna" catch a felonie
An I'm fucking blem
"bish" I make it a new fucking trend
My dreams so real I can't even go to sleep
I rather count my money then count these fucking sheep
I'm "trynna" get my cheese like a Ritz bitz
Every bit counts so I bought an ounce sold it by the G you could say I'm an OG
Please don't disrespect me cause you "Gotta" know that life's a test so bitch come correct
Hate to put the tech to "ya" neck or just snap it like a skateboard deck
Bro no disrespect But you looking suspect
An I really "Bang,Bang" like chief Keef
Nina out you don't want beef with the chief
Better yet the chef, spatula to "ya" neck, leave you underneath now that's ground beef
Illen with the felons an we punch you in your melon
Who you fucking with, what the fuck? what the fuck you staring at? phony N*ggas probably callin the wrong number I don't give a fuck "ima" "fuckin" Unplug "ya"
Yeah I'm the shit No "muthafuckin" plunger
Dealing with the sinful mind all the fucking time any money you already know what's on my mind it's the grind
Money is the root of all evil an im feeling like evel knievil the way I want to stunt no double
Unless it's in the cup, purple in the blunt, cash in the pocket
Try an run up an ill blast you like a rocket

Base God I don't give a fuck because we praying

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