Fitted Cap - J. Cole

Letra de Fitted Cap, canción donde J. Cole interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm We Got A Buzz Now. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de J. Cole no te pierdas este single llamado Fitted Cap, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Fitted Cap - J. Cole

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(with Rick Ross,
Wale, Meek Mill)
Beat billionaire
(Rick Ross) You
know I stick to the
script
Twenty-million
dollar nigga, but I
do it like this
(M-M-M-Maybach
Music, Maybach
Music) (Rick Ross -
Chorus) My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap My
Jordans high-top,
snapback fitted cap The Rolls-Royce, it
s all white
Foamposites, the
LeBrons, I m fuckin
wit the Spikes My
Jordans high-top,
snapback fitted cap
(Woo!) My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it
s all white (How can
I not talk big? I
got to) Foamposites
(Wale!), the
LeBrons, I m fuckin
wit the Spikes
Wale (Wale - Verse
1) Yeah, uh Ferrari
mics, bitch, I m on
my car show My
chick black and
white, she ain t no
dime, that bitch a
Concorde 11 know I
m reppin this,
shoot and I don t
ever miss The coupe
I m in is rented, I
ain t wit all that
commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper,
couple Gs when I m
shoppin My girls
and my SBs, got a
thing for pink
boxes Shout out
Frankie the
Butcher, shout out
Mishka in Brooklyn
That s some nigga
from 10.deep ATL, I
m wit the cooker I
ain t e en tryin ,
fool, ho, I ball
like private school
You bammas like
Hyperstrikes, your
wifey sleep outside
of you And Tito s
my niggas, you know
just we just need
more shit and It s
ironic how I drop
some dough when I
got them Homer
Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams,
they may never see
the store Got
LeBron Entourages
like Maverick and
Richie Paul Bitch,
I ball, ho, you
lame, look at my
Laneys, switchin
lanes Look at my
9s, look at my
Blazers, look at my
4s, cut wit laser
Look at my whore,
that is your lady,
look at my flo ,
makin y all crazy
Makin y all sick,
y all cannot tame
me, Lexus drive me,
Maybach pay me
Salute (Rick Ross -
Chorus) My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce
(Huh!), it s all
white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the
LeBrons, I m fuckin
[ De: https://www.dicelacancion.com/letra/j-cole/fitted-cap ]
wit the Spikes
Meek Mill (Meek
Mill) Yo I said I m
swaggin out in my
Cool Greys, no LL,
but these cool Js
And my wrist froze,
but I m cool sha ,
like a bald head, I
m too paid I m too
blazed, and I m too
high, George Kush,
the whole crew high
Wrong move and that
tool fly, better
Kon that ass like
Wu-sai It s MMG,
MOB, young nigga, I
been OG Walk around
wit like 10 on me,
that 5-7, that fen
on me Don t grin on
me wit them long
stares, you ain t
God unless no fear
Big money, all the
hoes, HD, I came so
clear We jeweled
out and we racked
up, Phantom big
when it back up Big
Boy, look like a
Mack truck,
shooters ride wit
that Mac tucked I m
a Bad Boy, bitch,
ask Puff,
Simpson-Rodgers, my
last cup On this
shit, I can t stand
up, country Ks as I
man up This Rozay,
Wale, Gunplay, and
that nigga Pill In
Brazil, and this
shit is real, got
bad hoes and that
whippet pill One
week and we get the
deal, one day and I
fucked the bitch My
Levis, they 501, my
snapback is hella
bent My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans
high-top, snapback
fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce
(Huh!), it s all
white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the
LeBrons, I m fuckin
wit the Spikes (J.
Cole) Fresh-ass
nigga, no wonder
why them hoes be
open That s that
nigga, so what d I
say? They
okey-dokin How you
figga? You fuckin
wit me? I hope he
jokin I m witcha
girl, you home
alone, bitch you
Macauley Culkin I m
oviedosin , ay,
homie, Kobe smokin
Then put my ashes
on you niggas, bet
you gon need
lotion I m slowly
roastin , heatin
up, so you know we
toastin Fuck hoes
wit no emotion,
fade away like Kobe
postin Out in
Sweden, like ain t
shit that you can t
tell us Lord,
forgive me, as a
kid, I used to look
at niggas jealous 
Cause uh, they had
them Js, and my
mama wouldn t cop 
em Can you blame
her? Hundred
dollars for them
bitches wann t a
option Now we livin
much better, nigga,
pay whatever Rock
them bitches once
then forgot about 
em forever My kicks
like my chick, I
don t need to know
the

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