Lyrics Gucci Mane – Don’t Blow My Capsule
Text:
Verse 1:
Please don’t blow my capsule
I’m first class flight to NASA
Oh fight up and his candy
Scotty keep on telling me
That this is nicer shit
Scotty keep on telling me
Don’t be this kind of bitch
Turning my dollar shit
Hyper scripe all in my whip
Hannah Montana sip on
Only thing that I can whip
All day fighting on free this swish
Here alter begins the shit
Ask them out what it might tool kush
Barn freak what a nice round butt
I don’t watch play Jay I don’t watch iced out
My ice hear like the Jay in the light house
Smoking on a bum with a bummer on the white house
Good game we jusnk supposed to take your face
Got a good headdown right on took her face
Can’t go wrong with a net slur
She wonder when a bitch poochie
All I get the lean she want make the move
Hook:
Please don’t blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
This is capsule castle still in like I’m a tuna stealing chick
Please don’t blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
Peewee is the realer treat her like a slick bitch
Please don’t blow my castle
Please don’t blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
Verse 2:
Tom 4 level, cooler than fuzzarela
My sad tan on me, smoking OG smitherena
California rrari of 4 G’s
All whipping and pinning calling
Bad bitches out and circling the diva I pity cabin
Please don’t blow my capsule
Higher then summer bitch molly
Well now on this bitch I’m watching
Slick Rick can’t steal my money
Fuck a fiecy bitch I’m blowing
So icey I’m creeping starting in my possum
30 in we smooth out in big body
Bulldog and licking the molly
Can’t eat no wifi I buying
Grind on my teeth for biting
Down on me not my style
Pockets deep then I wish
Bail on me bud upon me
Fight surround sad tail mighty on it
Hook:
Please don’t blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
This is capsule castle still in like I’m a tuna stealing chick
Please don’t blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
Please don’t blow my capsule
Album
Gucci Mane – Money, Pounds, Ammunition
