Aillen - Cp3 Lyrics

Fur coat made of mint, that hoe drippin' like a sink
No, you don't wanna play with me, my flow lazy like codeine
And I be blazin' up the green just while I'm ballin' CP3
And I might be the next on John C because none of y'all seein' me

Stayin' up late, I'm chasin' dreams
Want this fade, come catch this knee
Sugar show, you're chito
All your words are f*ckin' cheap

I don't need your advice from someone just as broke as me
F*ckin' luckily, I got my brother
I don't need no other motherf*cker
And my thoughts is always Russian tryin' to take me down

I'm f*ckin' up you clowns just like boy one
Captain Jack boy need more plunder
And your boy so hot just like an AZ summer
One day, maybe somethin' they say can't be done

It's f*cked assumptions, what
What's in the blunt, indaca
Got me stuck, got me slumped
Watch me shinin' in the sun

Like a Cullen and face mean mugged
Don't want lust, bitch, I want love
Don't want touch, bitch, I want trust
Don't want touch, bitch, I want trust

Then I hope that I'm enough
That ho trippin' like she need to tie a lace
If she act up, then I replace
If he act up, then I erase

His face, blade stay tucked in
Plus, I got a razor blade
No, you don't really wanna come and catch his fade
Got the great ape stizzy vape,

Got me feelin' great
Bangin' on my chest just like an ape
Head is spinnin' like a bay blade
And I'm not Tay-Tay, but I got me some blank space

On my list of names, I'll write them down
And send you right back to his grave
Can't wait to talk about all these broke days
And the past tends from workin' on my passion

And leave him head-scratchin
Never been one for flashin
Cash, but one day I might have to
Get myself a f*ckin' fur coat

Made to make that ho drippin' like a sink
My flow lazy like codeine
And I've been burnin' up that green
Just while I'm ballin' CP3

And I might be the next John Cena
Cause I know none of y'all is seein' me
I take my leavin' and I'm sayin' peace