Diplomats - Casa Lyrics

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Killa what's really good my nigga

Un casa what's really good

What's really good flee

Yo what's really good

I got ta get on this album

I just signed ta diplomat yesterday

What's really good

I mean i mean the album is done i mean

You know you on the next joint you on my album

I mean what's really good i mean you good you know

But naw but what's really good i'm in the studio now

It's a beat out there it's fire

What's really good i need ta get on this album

I can't be late man what you mean

I can't i mean i turned the album in cas

What you really want me ta do

Naw call that nigga dame

Tell him it's another joint man what's really good

Dame what's really good man

Call him right now what's really good what's really good

You know what

I'ma put the beat up 'cause you did sign yesterday

I'ma put you on before we even get the album started

It better be fire i mean what's really good

What's really good you know i got that piff

What's really really really really really good

Ayo guru put something up matta fact

What's really good

Ayo guru you got tha beat up

Dipset

Good ayo

Taliban bitch

I got tha beat up

Killa

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You better spit too man

Casa i'm in here man

You made me go through all this shit mother fucker

You better spit that shit

Diplomats jim jones santana freekey

Ayo brazzy what's really good

It's a shame how i rap so bananas it's mr. two-gun un

Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers

You might catch me in the drop blowin' pop wit santana

The hawk on me's not from atlanta

It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper

Look in the rear view the cops in the camera

I flow hot like blocks down in tampa

And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers

And go down south and rock wit them bamas

And come back in the porsche color hot banana

Vanilla coat seats piper made by tropicana

Speakers do the wop rims do the macerana

This is taliban dipset rocafella

It ain't nuthin' for two-gun ta pop a fella

Killa signed me now i got the mozerella

I promised hell rell un cas gone rock forever

What's really good flee what's really good

Aiight flee i mean that that that's what's really good i can't front

Well what's really good can i finish

I mean i mean what's really good hold up two-gun

I'ma let you finish i mean what's really really good now

What's really good

I mean what's really good

No what's really good

I mean you did your thing i'm wit you what's really good

Let's finish up let's right what's really good

Yo i'm living in tha equinox niggaz eat wit glocks

Enough steel it'll cease the block add yeast to increase the rock

I got knowledge that can teach my pops

Watch my pockets increase ta knots

Play the low so i speak ta cops

Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and broncs

Ice in my piece an watch

Ain't too many niggaz that can reach the top or speak this hot

Peep this pop i leave you not

I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops

And teens'll flock seen my spot an seen my props

Red when you seen the cops got your wife suckin' siemen cock

I'ma taliban lyrical monster they'll shout the city i conqour

White ice cinnamon parker al quiada's most vividest author

Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up

Forty fifth sides prettiest monster

The truck look like the city of tonka

Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers

Whoa far as tha flow i'm the realest nigga spittin' it

Niggaz talk hustle game but i'm really gettin' it

Anything i want and need nigga i'm gettin' it

745 gucci top wit tha stick in it

The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin' in

I ain't diddy y'all but i'm strictly for the benjamins

I'm tha boss i ain't dealin' wit you middle men

'bout ta cop a yukon white made in cinnamon

Niggaz get y'all fuckin' car gamed up

Diplomats that's what's really fuckin' good

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