Casey Veggies - 3am In Cape Town (Swag Worth A Mill Pt.3) lyrics

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(Intro)

I'm in South Africa right now if you're wonderin'

I'm out here in the field

Almost done wit my debut album

Hope ya doin' good shawty

(Verse)

Saint Laurent raincoat, at the restaurant wit my main ho

She a mix of black & anglo, goin' down the pipe like drano

Sip James, we help chains grow, I got a girl chase me, yo chain glow

I'm off the chain like Django, poppin' Champagne, that Rozey mode

Been 2 years she growin' up, damn girl ya got body

& I'm tryna remember the last time when I seen ya last at that party

She signed up for my program & then hopped up in my Audi

We ain't really wit all the titles, but she know that that's my shawty

Yeah, that's my shawty!

I been busy dream chasin' & recordin'

Let's hit the hotel & have a party

I fuck wit black bottles, moet & that shawty

All my life, we killin' that, I rock headbands all summer

Like Weezy Baby or Birdman, I feel like the number one stunner

If this was '06, I woulda pulled up in that Hummer

Yellow with the windows tinted, rims big like 'bitch, get up in it'

She dancin' on me like Soul Train, I'm a rockstar like Coldplay

I bet that money goin' to make 'er do it, These broke niggas get no play

Get to the dough my day job, We do it no practice like A I

If this shit was the NBA, then I'm that rookie nigga that stayed on

Life Changes, White ranges, Black beamas, & Jeep wranglas

PNC, we got our own store on Bethany, them white people hate us

Hata niggas is instigators, I guess the boy intimidate ya

Young nigga been runnin' the city, When I was seven I got plugged wit the mayor

I fell in luv & I felt played, that's how the game go

I'm grindin' out in Cape Town, all around the world my name known

A lot of people goin' to stay down, but when shit hit the fan then they gone

The dark always come to light, I'm just glad that it didn't take long

Grind-mitta, she go fo' that take home, these bitches luv me like a Drake song

Eva since my grand-ma passed away, My mama showed me how to stay strong

We blowin' up like Napalm, these days short & these night's long

Girl I know that I fucked up but I learned from it that's the right wrong

I beat it up wit my ice on, She like Casey, ya on yo rappa shit

21', I'm eight years in, I'm veteran, neva quit

Don't brin' yo girl around me like Trey Songz I take yo chick

Subtweet, yeah that's my freak, I hit it twice a day all week

It's Young Veggies, ya know my name, I don't like to play, but I play the game

It's levels to this shit boy, & me & ya are not the same

Peas & Carrots ya know the gang, 100 mill that's the aim

I told ya you're manners are lame come fuck wit a real one that's hopped on a plane

Yeah, that's my shawty!