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Calliko „1985”
Verse 1:
Pulled up in a whip thats foreign
Met a bad bitch she foreign
U ain’t sippin what we pouring
Say y’all ballin but which one of ya’ll scoring
Y’all ain’t puttin no numbers on the board
Get caught and get to singing like u tryna hold a chord
I be dressed n shit niggas really can’t afford
Y’all be stressing over pussy i get head when I’m bored
Sit back and twist while i hit u wit this mac shit
Clear ya mind let ya thoughts be absent
I can teach u how to poke em no cactus
And make em go and get the dough and bring it back quick
(how quick?)
Quicker than usain bolt
Have u in first class we ain’t seeing coach
I’m in orlando downtown on the peddle boat
I’m a star u couldn’t see without a telescope
Fresh dressed like I’m selling dope
Niggas be hatin cuz they hella broke
Pull up on em at the light creeping hella slow
Triple gold let em count up each and every spoke
Bitch ass niggas
How could u not want me to be a rich ass nigga
Started movin slow i had to get cash quicker
Got my own shit now i ain’t tryna rap wit ya
Cuz when i had nuthin
Niggas wasn’t callin
Hoes wasn’t bussin
Shows was comin
Dj ain’t know me
Nigga i was out struggling
Nigga i was just hustlin
Had to make a name for my self
Started saving money to pave the way for my self
Fuck a hand out i don’t want no help
When u try to do right they wanna steer u left
But i got that 4 wheel drive
Im the type to twist sum kush up just to kill time
Vibe positive even tho i gotta ill mind
I’m just waiting on em to step on this landmine
Gotta show em thats it my time
I need that blimp telling me that the worlds mine
Until then I’m just a hippy in sum ty dye
Feelin like jordan in his prime watching from the sideline
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