Melon feat. Blu Joy by Kid Caprio Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Hold up
Hold up
I be kicking on some wild shit
The new corolla
I ain't flexing but if I spit
I could get about any bitch
And than if i hit
I be chilling it's not a feeling in my eyes kid
Show you what them motherfucking lies get
Or maybe I change
Or maybe I be talking too much
And my mind strange
Or maybe I be chopping the dutch on some high things
Remember used to on the bus in the blue velcros
Remember bitches talking up on the new cell phones
Remember back when all i really wanted was the iPad
But I ain't get it
Cause of where the fucking price at
Imagined i would get the shit
And then I'd write a nice rap
Tell them bitches
How I'm finna fit it in
And pipe that
All the shit I wanted
And I got it
It's a memory
Forgotten cause I'm plotting
Living on a different century
Essentially I'm
(Chorus)
Yes I've found another way
Just to make it through these days
And I guess I'll be okay
Ever since you went and left
I just cannot go and forget
All these memories
And what they meant
(Verse 2)
Finna hit a acapella
I got bella on my dick
I ain't signed to Roc-A-Fella
But I sell a lil bit
Then I went and got the brella
That was still in up in the whip
I been really trynna tell her
But my records on skip
Said fuck that bitch
I'm finna throw up my bands
And fuck that bitch
That's why you never claim hoes
Flip that switch
She say she wanna throw hands
And you ain't gonna blow up
Spitting them same lame flows
I'm like whodat whodat
You be tripping shit it if that's me
New bag blew that
I been spending living classy
Then i be winning
I got some women in the backseat
Sinning opinion its my dominion in this taxi
Getting raspy
Bitches harass me
On my dick so fricking quick
I think its sick and its nasty
Imma split a fifth of henny
Me and benny with cassy
One of many days
Chilling sipping plenty with gatsby imma
Hold up
Hold up
I be kicking on some wild shit
The new corolla
I ain't flexing but if I spit
I could get about any bitch
And than if i hit
I be chilling it's not a feeling in my eyes kid
Show you what them motherfucking lies get
Or maybe I change
Or maybe I be talking too much
And my mind strange
Or maybe I be chopping the dutch on some high things
Remember used to on the bus in the blue velcros
Remember bitches talking up on the new cell phones
Remember back when all i really wanted was the iPad
But I ain't get it
Cause of where the fucking price at
Imagined i would get the shit
And then I'd write a nice rap
Tell them bitches
How I'm finna fit it in
And pipe that
All the shit I wanted
And I got it
It's a memory
Forgotten cause I'm plotting
Living on a different century
Essentially I'm
(Chorus)
Yes I've found another way
Just to make it through these days
And I guess I'll be okay
Ever since you went and left
I just cannot go and forget
All these memories
And what they meant
(Verse 2)
Finna hit a acapella
I got bella on my dick
I ain't signed to Roc-A-Fella
But I sell a lil bit
Then I went and got the brella
That was still in up in the whip
I been really trynna tell her
But my records on skip
Said fuck that bitch
I'm finna throw up my bands
And fuck that bitch
That's why you never claim hoes
Flip that switch
She say she wanna throw hands
And you ain't gonna blow up
Spitting them same lame flows
I'm like whodat whodat
You be tripping shit it if that's me
New bag blew that
I been spending living classy
Then i be winning
I got some women in the backseat
Sinning opinion its my dominion in this taxi
Getting raspy
Bitches harass me
On my dick so fricking quick
I think its sick and its nasty
Imma split a fifth of henny
Me and benny with cassy
One of many days
Chilling sipping plenty with gatsby imma