Khary – Captain Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
(*laughter*)
Holy shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, the phenomenon
Rawest nigga out, God damn, I forgot to put a condom on
The fall of Troy was contained in the horse
They wanna know what’s on my head, a couple bands, like I’m LeBron
Money is the motivation
But you would never catch me paper-chasin’
I make it run for me, like your nose in the Winter
They switch up like Jenner, and wonder why they getting none from me
Still that same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
Y’all be on some Amber Rose, finger in the booty hole
Ball so hard, yeah, I met niggas like you before
Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy role
Push ’em back like cuticles, my cue to go
Kousteau, want a Hublot a few below
Te gusto my new flow, your funeral
Open casket a bastard, like Rufio

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I’m that motherf*ckin’ captain (Captain!)
I be snappin’ like a bitch (Bitch!)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I’m motherf*ckin’ rich (Till I’m motherf*ckin’ rich)
Had that Nelly – Country Grammar (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit

[Verse 2]
Nostalgia, don’t let it falter (Uh)
Do what you love, wedding ring at the alter
Write my own destiny, I am the author
My mama swear that I looked like my fatha’
My mama call me to tell me to call her
Damn, she know that I hate it

She doesn’t cuss, but I work on these placements
‘Cause I wanna hear her say, “Nigga we made it!” (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, cap-, cap-, cap-)
Yeah (Cap-, cap-, cap-, cap-, cap-) Ooo!

[Chorus]
I’m that motherf*ckin’ captain
I be snappin’ like a bitch (Bitch!)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I’m motherf*ckin’ rich (Till I’m motherf*ckin’ rich)
Had that Nelly – Country Grammar (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit

[Verse 3]
“Cheerio”, when I get to London
“Bonjour”, when I get to France
Got these hoes on my voicemail, got these labels on my email
Like, “Hit me back when you get a chance”
Nah, nigga, f*ck your advance
What’s a milli’ off rip? Rather own my own shit
I’m a semi with a grip, never fire off hip
Umpire with the- uh, Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Yeah, umpire (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Umpire with the- uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Umpire with the- uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mark McGuire when I hit, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m that motherf*ckin’ captain (Captain!)
I be snappin’ like a bitch (Bitch!)
I want pennies for my thoughts
Until I’m motherf*ckin’ rich (Till I’m motherf*ckin’ rich)
Had that Nelly – Country Grammar (Yeah)
Used to bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit, shit, shit (Aye, aye)

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