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letra de purpose - calboy

[intro: calboy]
i found my purpose
n-ggas know i’m in first place
n-ggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
n-ggas dissin’ me, might catch him in the worst way
kash, turn me up a little bit

[verse 1: calboy]
n-ggas know i’m in first place
n-ggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
n-ggas dissin’ me, might catch him in the worst way
and my shawty gon’ blow his candles out like birthday
and my shooter’s gun squad might pull up to your workplace
oh, yeah, ayy, i’m tryna count these bands
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bird gate, but i’m tryna hop in this bed
on the block we lurkin’, shoot a f-ck n-gga in the head
broke n-ggas make me nervous, i just wanna count these deads

[verse 2: calboy]
i just been smokin’ gelato, i got a drill full of hollows
i got a b-tch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallow
woke up one morning and [?] my n-ggas had popped me a bottle
now the whole gang pullin’ up in them bentleys, we used to be deep in the tahoes
i’m the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand and i still don’t give no f-ck
if you stuck in that jam, you’d tell on your mans, don’t talk to me ’bout no trust
rounds, rounds, we let ’em bust, wanna get wild? then, n-gga, it’s up
smoke out the pound, n-gga, i’m stuck, them k!llers around so you can get touched

[chorus: calboy]
f-cked a b-tch off this perky, i ain’t even count my meds
b-tch, i ain’t lackin’, i grip this 30, n-gga wan’ tweak it’, i’m sprayin’
and i slide up in the trap and i found my purpose, i was tryna move these grams
had to scr-pe that pot, did it way too perfect, unc like, “i’ll be d-mned”
f-cked a b-tch off this perky, i ain’t even count my meds
b-tch, i ain’t lackin’, i grip this 30, n-gga wan’ tweak it’, i’m sprayin’
and i slide up in the trap and i found my purpose, i was tryna move these grams
had to scr-pe that pot, did it way too perfect, unc like, “i’ll be d-mned”

[verse 3: g herbo]
i’m in my bag and my birkin, hope you don’t take sh-t personal
a n-gga had to get rich on purpose, been tryna make sh-t work with you
i was in too deep with gorillas, walk in the means with k!llers
now i’m in [?], tryna figure out somewhere the youngins can eat in the winter
born sinner, foreign whipper, dior prince
had to switch up my old image, i’m a cold n-gga
i was frontline with most my hittas, i prolly roll with you
p-ssy, hangin’ with who told, you ain’t no different
and when i get in mode, i can feel my soul shiftin’
i been through so much sh-t, you might feel involved listenin’
gotta duck cops, know they wanna give us all sentences
but i’m on a mission, the money gon’ come [?] ’cause n-ggas was riskin’ it

[outro]
kash, gonturb ead

- calboy

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