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letra de california dreaming - blo

[verse]
i used to speak and i ain’t never listen
all these songs from the heart, i don’t drop disses
it ain’t in the dictionary, but we gon’ call these bars switches
four hoes in an elevator, that’s some boss b-tches
i’m all on the southside, tell your ho to box up with me
ten thousand, that ain’t really no money, you could buy a frenchie
tryna buy some ‘partments and triple all my money up
interviews ’bout stolen cars, can’t tell ’em how i ran it up
inner views, they don’t know the inner me
they don’t know the real, they don’t know why i was in the streets
why you in them people houses, you ain’t got no f-ckin’ key?
i was sixteen first time i got fl!cked by gsp
i was sixteen
i was in juvenile, but i always had big dreams
i be eatin’ good, but i might be gettin’ fat off lean
why the f-ck would she embarrass me? that’s so green
srt, it ain’t no i in team
brand-new chain and it got carats and it go bling-bling
h-llcat, it got a whine to it, don’t say scream
take a wild animal and i drive it through the forest
i was a n0body, but ask around, now i’m important
i was a n0body
who cryin’ on the internet? i f-cked his ho probably
how he makin’ all them drill songs and he got no bodies?
i don’t really like used cars, i want low mileage
i don’t really like used hoes, i don’t want no thotties
same hoes
go around, do it again, f-ck the same bros
walk him down, go and spin, that’s how the game goes
this is not a benz, this a durango
but this b-tch got a bbl
if i ever go back to jail, i know i can count on h-ll
i done stole cars, bust cards, i done made a sale
i done robbed n-ggas, popped n-ggas, i could’ve went to yale
i could’ve went to college
could’ve did this, could’ve did that
i won’t never drive no bullsh-t, i want all scats, all ‘cats
heard n-ggas lookin’ for me, but they still ain’t caught a hat
i won’t buy that b-tch a ring, i want all diamondbacks
ars, call from an ar
we won’t hide, we wan’ blow, leave you deadstock
told ’em that i want a mil’ and a nascar
what the f-ck a nascar is?
it don’t even matter, i want h-llcats and demons
she wanna go shopping, send a black truck to neimans
talkin’ ’bout some robbers, everybody ’round me schemin’
still live life thuggin’, but we california dreamin’
still live life thuggin’, let’s go to california
how you got a warrant, goin’ to california? (brrt)
still got some bros down in california
talkin’ ’bout that business, we gon’ stand on it
b-tch, that p-ssy mine, i put my hands on it

- blo

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