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letra de caligula - bassmint fresh

[chorus: boregard, boregard & black°adam]
unpredictable, like caligula
goin’ hard as f-ck like a rigorous curriculum
n-ggas swingin’, n-ggas reachin’, n-ggas pendulum
n-ggas ignorant, n-ggas h-lla dumb
and i love to stunt, that sh-t h-lla fun
your n-gga ballin’ i might have to do the one-and-done
we runnin’ sh-t, i’m the n-gga they runnin’ from
we steady cookin’ we couldn’t serve this sh-t underdone (aaay)

[verse 1: black°adam]
i got a rigorous curriculum, (yeah) my schedule is deadly
the time and the taste of it heavy with the venom he’s givin’
now follow me
with these easy steps you’ll formulate your focus on my policy
decipher this lyrical trigonometry (action!)
n-ggas steady cuttin’ ahead, a veiled threat
call me solemn and when i wet ’em with the wiggle, you’re dead (what?)
ay don’t come knockin’ with that old sh-t, you no spit n-ggas, (yeah) with your busted -ss bullsh-t, throwin’ fist n-gga

[verse 2: boregard]
you a hoe, hoe
you a whole b-tch n-gga (b-tch!)
goin’ so hard till i’m so rich, n-gga
you can go with that, you can go with this n-gga
clean, and i’m fly like a broom and witch, n-gga (uh)
which n-gga really wanna try it? really wanna bite it?
someone need to really put these n-ggas on a diet (hungry)
wanna drain my energy just like a d-mn appliance (yuh)
you be showin’ love but she be showin’ you defiance

[bridge: black°adam and boregard]
feeling gram like my sons got sons (ha!)
i be feeling gram like my sons got sons (action)
i be feeling gram like my sons got sons
ay look, i be feeling gram like my sons got sons

[verse 3: boregard, boregard & black°adam]
i am not the father but you gettin’ sonned
and i might have to l!ck her (how?)
like what’s in my cup (ooo)
vivid visions, like they give us, still don’t give a f-ck (nope!)
go-getter, and not a wisher, so don’t wish me luck
n-gga, you suck, and i am not a sippy cup
this the last straw for you n-ggas then i’m giving up (d-mn)
sleep when i die, ’til i’m dead, live it up
life already rough, might as well go and spliff the blunt

[verse 4: black°adam]
might as well hit that nae-nae, my melee pay (ay)
this squad be movin’ just like pelé play
and that’s the intro to my main state, my state is innate
mark this sh-t with my letters like i’m bakin’ a cake (wow)
we’re at the barbecue whippin’ up a day plate
look me in my eyes while i shuffle in my weight, wait (nah)
you should be advised ‘fore i open up the floodgates
better recognize i’m that n-gga, boy, i stay great
i feel good

[bridge: black°adam and boregard]
i be feeling gram like my sons got sons
yeah, i be feeling gram like my sons got sons
i be feeling gram like my sons got sons
come on, i be feeling gram like my sons got- (ha-ha!)

[chorus: boregard, boregard & black°adam]
unpredictable, like caligula
goin’ hard as f-ck like a rigorous curriculum (action!)
n-ggas swingin’, n-ggas reachin’, n-ggas pendulum
n-ggas ignorant, (yeaaah) n-ggas h-lla dumb
and i love to stunt, that sh-t h-lla fun
your n-gga ballin’ i might have to do the one-and-done
we runnin’ sh-t, i’m the n-gga they runnin’ from
we steady cookin’ we couldn’t serve this sh-t underdone (d-mn!)

- bassmint fresh

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