Thirteendegrees ° - WHITE SOX CAPZ Lyrics

WHITE SOX CAPZ Lyrics by Thirteendegrees °

(Gyant)

Uh, uh, fuck out my face before I pull out the strap
No, no, no, no, no, dyke bitch, I fuck you up with the strap
I’m not cool with you niggas, I don’t do no damn daps (Trill)
All I wear is trench coats, Jordan 3 and Sox caps

I put ass in the seats, bitch, I keep that motherfucker glued
I know Thirteen got lil’ bit of clout, but I’m not in a TV mood
I got so many sons in this shit, y’all ass gon’ get, get sued
I’m the same fly, weird, jiggy nigga before the views
Every way I look, I feel disrespected (Trill)
All these accomplishments I accepted
The rap game still me got blackballed, protected
All my feelings in my mind, I have all neglected
Huh, I only do big bodies, my bitch, my truck and my Sprinter (Sprinter)
I slide to Wicker Park, I see a model, I take her to dinner
Gotta cut these niggas off, that’s dead weight, man, they hinder (Hinder)
I don’t discriminate with my women, I mix them up in a blender

I’m mad as fuck, I blew the head off the mannequin
I’m not a rapper, I’m a damn poet, male Diana Wynne
My NYC bitch hate my guts, please don’t be mad, Katherine
My inner artsy nigga coming out, a nigga channeling
I am the damn Fly God, this ain’t no damn COD, uh
I don’t do no damn mods, this is my Xbox
I am the damn Fly God, this ain’t no damn COD, uh
I don’t do no damn mods, this is my Xbox
Supreme stickers on the teacup, man, toast and cheers ’cause we up
If niggas don’t like, then speak up, if niggas want my spot, then keep up
My woman titties is C-cup, we on Pinterest, you see us
Oh my, Mamma Mia, oh my, Mamma Mia

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