Capital P
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep
This a foreign, got flew in from Venice
Ice on my neck, had to clean up my image
Swear I'm too trim, nigga came in with menace
She like"That's him" 'cause she could tell the difference
My pockets fill like a 4PF member
Know we playing for keeps, finna street sweet
Pull up and creep creep creep
Can't ignore them, you see how we pulling
In it's a foreign, can't give it no empty space
New decorum, my wrist got the tulip face
Keep it solid, my brotha, my only Ace
This for Colin, them new body, a pretty face
And she spoiled, I turn up the money rate
Like they owing some shit, send me the beat
And you know it's a hit, need an accounting
To count the account
Wearing some drip I can't even pronounce
Ain't from the city, this came from the south
She got a figure, came right out the south
I done got bigger, I been in the south
South side hitta, lil bo, watch your mouth
Internet beefing get cooked with no season
I changed up the season, I'm switching it out
I feel like Po, hold a chopstick
Hold up my wrist, turn it to the North Pole
She could get lit, she could get spent
She could eat, gitta keep it on low
Pardon my drip, pardon my tip
Pardon this shit, nigga, pardon my flow
Capital P
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep.
Amaru Quest - Lifestyle Lyrics
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English
Capital P
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep
This a foreign, got flew in from Venice
Ice on my neck, had to clean up my image
Swear I'm too trim, nigga came in with menace
She like"That's him" 'cause she could tell the difference
My pockets fill like a 4PF member
Know we playing for keeps, finna street sweet
Pull up and creep creep creep
Can't ignore them, you see how we pulling
In it's a foreign, can't give it no empty space
New decorum, my wrist got the tulip face
Keep it solid, my brotha, my only Ace
This for Colin, them new body, a pretty face
And she spoiled, I turn up the money rate
Like they owing some shit, send me the beat
And you know it's a hit, need an accounting
To count the account
Wearing some drip I can't even pronounce
Ain't from the city, this came from the south
She got a figure, came right out the south
I done got bigger, I been in the south
South side hitta, lil bo, watch your mouth
Internet beefing get cooked with no season
I changed up the season, I'm switching it out
I feel like Po, hold a chopstick
Hold up my wrist, turn it to the North Pole
She could get lit, she could get spent
She could eat, gitta keep it on low
Pardon my drip, pardon my tip
Pardon this shit, nigga, pardon my flow
Capital P
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep.
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep
This a foreign, got flew in from Venice
Ice on my neck, had to clean up my image
Swear I'm too trim, nigga came in with menace
She like"That's him" 'cause she could tell the difference
My pockets fill like a 4PF member
Know we playing for keeps, finna street sweet
Pull up and creep creep creep
Can't ignore them, you see how we pulling
In it's a foreign, can't give it no empty space
New decorum, my wrist got the tulip face
Keep it solid, my brotha, my only Ace
This for Colin, them new body, a pretty face
And she spoiled, I turn up the money rate
Like they owing some shit, send me the beat
And you know it's a hit, need an accounting
To count the account
Wearing some drip I can't even pronounce
Ain't from the city, this came from the south
She got a figure, came right out the south
I done got bigger, I been in the south
South side hitta, lil bo, watch your mouth
Internet beefing get cooked with no season
I changed up the season, I'm switching it out
I feel like Po, hold a chopstick
Hold up my wrist, turn it to the North Pole
She could get lit, she could get spent
She could eat, gitta keep it on low
Pardon my drip, pardon my tip
Pardon this shit, nigga, pardon my flow
Capital P
I been turnt for a week
Gotta slide on the beat
One.5 for a coat
Hop out the V, give it to 'em for free
One.6 on the teeth
Only smile for hoes, lifestyle ain't cheap
She my twin, matching Patek
Felips on the gram, nigga don't even speak
Ain't no posting, get spun in the street
I'm devoted, pull up and I creep creep creep.
Writer: Tyler Brazile
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