- Caleborate 33 歌詞
- Larry June Caleborate
- Can you, uh, cut everything up in my headphones a little bit?
Thank you very much
Thank you
Yeah, yeah, uh
So let me just gas this **** like crash the whip,
Im showing off on accident
Passionate and sick, Im Kobe Bean with the assist
Cause I wont pass to them
I break it down and roll it on my lonely
Cause I dont want no fake homies, no Manolos, only Tonys
And this world is mine,
I knew that since my daddy reached his ******
You think that its sick, I think its honest
I smoke a whole eighth throughout the day, call it surviving
My mind is like a safe that Im just filling up with problems
God, thank you for my girl, we ****, I know she feel my pain
She hold me tight and grip my back
And tell me give her everything
I live my life against the grain,
To be like them, Im so allergic
Im dirty, theres no detergent
Not worried cause they aint perfect
With these words, I been serving the streets
Dont matter if Im serving the streets you on,
Im still helpin em eat
Dont matter if I come in second place,
Its not certain defeat
Dont matter what you say,
Everyone know you just speaking to speak
No matter what you say, even if Im broke,
Im still keeping it me
All you listen to is hoes so how the **** is you keeping it G?
You see how I live so discrete, woe is me
I got money deservedly
Been through hell and back with gasoline drawers on,
And yetIm still flourishing
So I know you *****s heard of me
I wont take your girl,
Just take her heart and call it surgery
Please dont speak on me foul, that **** is called perjury
Im tryna put my nephew in a Benz before Im 33
Tryna put these habits down before they start hurtin me
Searching for a real one in this world
Is like tryna find a Jollibee in Harlem
Dont even get me started
I spit my ******* soul and they been stalling
And they been stalling
Livin like Ace, hundred racks in the safe
Eating chow mein, baby from Spain, played it safe
Monopolize and build a brand so big, they cant break it
Six figures off of retail, damn, this **** crazy (Goddamn)
Real ***** off top so I aint trippin off much
Knocked baby off the Gram, took her out for some brunch
Ive been tryna make it shake, I been outside for a month
A fresh orange juice, something slight in the blunt
Like my OG Deuce told me, man, its never enough
A two piece and Burlon game, automatic, Im up
I like to keep my whips clean but barely drive em, Im ****
My ***** got a lil whip so she be pickin me up
Baby girl, this not a Wraith, but ****, this Uber a luxe
LJ, Caleborate, love, who cooler than us?
I ****yze the situation and take my time with it
We cant do much, love, Im on the time light (Sock it to me)
Accountant knockin at my door, I gotta sign **** (Goddamn)
Ocean view, orange juice, and an omelette (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
When I wanna drop ****, *****, I drop **** (Numbers)
Im nonchalant to the *****
But really having chips, off the dribble
Check, yeah
Youre doing good
Sock it to me
We aint come to this ************ to play no games
You know what Im sayin?
Somethin slight
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Man, good job
Caleborate, I got you
Numbers, bad
Ayy , ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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