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letra de givenchy kickin (og) - calboy

[chorus: calboy]
thousand dollar givenchys, you can’t kick it with me (can’t kick it with me)
i used to ride on the ten speed, now i’m in a bentley
(now i’m in a bentley)
i heard they out to get me, so i gotta turn on this fifty (turn on this fifty)
block boy known to get busy
check out my drip, it cost fifty

[verse 1: calboy]
we got a whole lotta bullets, lil’ bro got the glizzy but i got the choppa in the trunk
50k up in my jeans, it look like my pockets just got a new case of the mumps
i need that fetti on fetti, these n-ggas be jealous, these n-ggas be b-tches, they punks
hope you ready, i’m ready, i know ’bout some k!llers that carry machetes and pumps
leave him like nutty professor, he clumped
i made a million, it still ain’t enough
i poured a four up to serve in my cup
these n-ggas be talking, boy, shut the f-ck up
dripping like a b-tch, get a n-gga stuck up
i just hit another l!ck, yeah, a n-gga lucked up
i was running off the drugs, got a n-gga f-cked up
we gon’ send a couple shots, n-ggas better buck up
spit yo’ game, talk yo’ sh-t, boy
it’s real in the field, better grab your stick
lingo too cold, better grab your b-tch
i’m too good with the words, when i shoot i don’t miss
all this smoke, i gotta light one
all these opps, i gotta strike one
wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right ones
cut ’em down back, got blood on my ones
we used to play in them hallways with the walkie talkies
ayy, now we just hop gates when we hear walkie talkies
money ain’t in yo conversation, n-gga then why we talkin’?
’cause i be getting money too often
f-ck a lil’ b-tch, i’m balling
20k on shoes, i bought it
throwin’ in the face, she sour it
with the whole hundred racks on my shoulder
i go dumb in this b-tch, r-t-rded
got a drum in this b-tch, we sparkin’
why you lyin’ in the beef you started
i can’t show no love, i’m heartless
i got money, that make me a target
[chorus: calboy]
thousand dollar givenchys, you can’t kick it with me (can’t kick it with me)
i used to ride on the ten speed, now i’m in a bentley (now i’m in a bentley)
i heard they out to get me, so i gotta turn on this fifty (turn on this fifty)
block boy known to get busy
check out my drip, it cost fifty

[verse 2: lil tjay]
we are the youngest n-ggas coming up
say you a shooter, n-gga, you a bluff
i swear the money giving me a rush
b-tches see diamonds, now they wanna touch
ap is heavy b-tch, dancin’ on my hand
choosing a frenzy, i don’t give a d-mn
too many glocks for it to jam
money and a burner, n-gga leave a tan
i’ma just leave a n-gga in the sand
or i can get a head-up for a band
f-ck all that talking, now i got a plan
i’ma just move it until they understand
n-ggas want clout, posting on the ‘gram
still in the trap, sorry uncle sam
took us some time, started with a gram
and i still got some silent n-ggas in the can
ooh, had to lock in the stu’ everyday, just to get how i live
put my heart on the map, layin’ these tracks, can’t get enough of these racks
fell in love with this lifestyle, came from the bottom, i don’t need you right now
lu show bring the ice out, my jewelery flooded, sh-t look like a lightout
chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it
you see the ice on my neck, try and touch, i’ma pop you
woah, givenchy my drip for the day, i got more in the closet
givenchy my shirt, givenchy my shoes, i’m not a regular shopper
[chorus: calboy]
thousand dollar givenchys, you can’t kick it with me (can’t kick it with me)
i used to ride on the ten speed, now i’m in a bentley (now i’m in a bentley)
i heard they out to get me, so i gotta turn on this fifty (turn on this fifty)
block boy known to get busy
check out my drip, it cost fifty

- calboy

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