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letra de chariot - calboy

[intro]
p-p-papamitrou, boy

[chorus: meek mill]
fresh out the trap and they know how i carry it
i fell in love with the game and i married it
200 thou’ for the walk on a sat-rday
i threw the wrap on the phantom, it’s matte today
pushin’ that b-tch through the ‘jects like a chariot
diamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in various
i gave that b-tch $20,000 for charity
counted me out and i’m back, and i’m havin’ it, ayy

[verse 1: calboy]
i’m from the trenches where i had to get it
i’m so used to trappin’, i get it and flip it
i know that you be actin’, i know you ain’t with it
bro, throw me the package, i wrap it and flip it
they say i got money so i’m actin’ different
get it by my lonely, so i never listen
stay callin’ my phone, this lil’ b-tch, she trippin’
just leave me alone, i’m handlin’ business
work hard, i gotta get it (i gotta get it)
trap hard, we in the kitchen
diamonds so cold, light even bend
and my n-gg-s don’t fold, they never bendin’
took a loss, but sh-t happens, i get it
with the bosses, i’m payin’ attention
told that b-tch i ain’t wastin’ no time
so, no, i can’t wait, not a minute
and i pray to the lord for better days
i’m flexin’ hard like a heavyweight
spent some racks and i bust down the bezel face
got this .30 on me, make ’em run away, yeah
b-tch, i’m gettin’ paid
i was in the trap whippin’ sh-t like a slave
can’t put trust in these b-tches, these b-tches changed
on the block with them n-gg-s, was goin’ insane, yeah
i ain’t come to play
can’t f-ck with lil’ shawty, she in the way (you in the way)
no time to waste
gotta get to this money, i’m runnin’ late, yeah (i’m runnin’ late)
better keep a k
boy, these bullets get drawn like anime
i’ma hop in that foreign and do the race
yeah, i got the bentley, meek got the wraith, yeah

[verse 2: young thug]
woo, ayy
f-ck on a private jet
then he hop in his ‘gatti with a jet motor (rrt)
ayy, i just had bought out the plug
i got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah
i can’t hop in with a scrub
i don’t carry dubs in none of my clothin’, yeah
i told this b-tch to cool off
she was overexcited ’bout my golds, yeah, uh (woo)
choke on the beans, i’m f-ckin’ her friend
they doin’ my ch-r-s, yeah
he fresh out the can and i gave him a wifey
n-gg-, that’s yours, yeah (no cap)
i sleep with a k and a couple grenades
i’m ready for war, yeah
nipsey blue range rover svr
racks in the safe, i stack it like lays
my diamonds all colors like a g-y parade (woo)
go on your b-tch, i could’ve just laid
but i alley-oop’d to my homie, he ate (he just scored)
i cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate
got 52 watches and i still come in late
you a s-ssy b-tch, but i don’t go on dates
diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes
show me attention when i’m in your city
i’m so used to f-ckin’ on all of your b-tches
they wanna f-ck us and they know that we pimpin’
giuseppe zanotti, i cop by the 50, yeah
i work the backstreets in all of the cities
yes, i paid for her thighs, lips, -ss, and her t-tties, yeah
skydweller get wet as pacific
i ain’t sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (woo, woo)

[chorus: meek mill & lil durk]
fresh out the trap and they know how i carry it
i fell in love with the game and i married it
200 thou’ for the walk on a sat-rday
i threw the wrap on the phantom, it’s matte today
pushin’ that b-tch through the ‘jects like a chariot
diamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in various
i gave that b-tch $20,000 for charity (yeah, yeah)
counted me out and i’m back, and i’m havin’ it, ayy (yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: lil durk]
look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious
i got out of jail and i f-cked on her period
i know they racist, gucci interior
came from a corner to ownin’ my cereal
meek, we don’t need a stylist
percs, weed, even my balance
alexander mcqueen margielas (yeah)
i k!ll in the streets, you tellin’ (skrrt)
don’t run, don’t run
make it home to my son (to my son)
i be with k!llers who k!ll other k!llers
i’m hangin’ with von
you’d rather buy the b-tches back
i’d rather give a new house to my mom
some n-gg-s rather pray to the bible
when i converted, i pray with my palms
see, keepin’ my glock when i’m in the field (gang)
hop in the track and i burn out the wheels (skrrt)
i f-ck with the gangsters, don’t f-ck with my peers
fresh out of jeffrey’s, i hop on the lear
grippin’ that .40, not talkin’ a beer
flawless the diamonds, i boog out the ear
bentley do wheelies, i pop it in gear
eight in my cup when i’m walkin’ through, clear
mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle
man, that x is f-ckin’ my pupil
just turn these lights down
i’m just a wild, wild boy
chopper ridin’ ’round for him
i need my mils like meek
i’m a thug like thug and cal, calboy

[chorus: meek mill & lil durk]
fresh out the trap and they know how i carry it (trappin’)
i fell in love with the game and i married it (trappin’)
200 thou’ for the walk on a sat-rday (uh)
i threw the wrap on the phantom, it’s matte today (oh)
pushin’ that b-tch through the ‘jects like a chariot (yeah)
diamonds on diamonds, they comin’ in various (clear)
i gave that b-tch $20,000 for charity (gave the b-tch)
counted me out and i’m back, and i’m havin’ it, ayy (uh oh)

[outro: lil durk]
mm-mm, uh oh
mm-mm, uh oh
mm-mm, uh oh

- calboy

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