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letra de xxl freestyle - calboy

[intro]
uh huh
cz beats, why’d you do him like that

[verse]
i know first one in the crowd should be the closest
we was just on depression, with them .40s
i shouldn’t showed you love, they did me bogus
when he get the liquor, he be acting off emotions
we gon’ him em’ from the neck up, throw ya’ sets up
that lil’ b-tch want me to text her, she reckless
oh, she want me to spend my check huh, oh god bless her
hit her once and then i dеad her, where thе next one
you know i stand on top of business, even though i keep it lowkey
it’s about 600 shots with us, even though we rolling .40
we reckless out here, don’t respect the og’s
i ain’t doing no big check up, come on bro you know me
ain’t got no heart, so i went hard on that b-tch
back in 147, i’m a god in this b-tch
i can’t help with sh-t, if you ain’t starve in this b-tch
traphouse, full of scammers, doing frauds in that b-tch
drug dealers, turned hammers, in the yard with these n-ggas
f-ck that sh-t, lets run it up, hit him with a .233 if he thinking he running up
i know they be faking, so i stay real far from love
i’m been seeing n-ggas, that’s why i take a lot of drugs
top the top off, b-tch don’t get chopped off
i’m running with some chunky sh-t, don’t make me pop your socks off
and i don’ brought some extra clips, incase some sh-t gon’ pop off
and that b-tch looking so amazing, made me get my rocks off
to the lordy he told me “i know you been sinister”
please don’t come talk bout’ what you got, cause i got plenty guns
these bullets ain’t got no names on em’, they for anyone
get you one, pick you one
we just left your brody on the corner, you best pick him up
thought you was sh-t, you double-crossed me, like i figured huh
i was on the corner, and i did just what the k!llers don
shes a dirty b-tch, but she gon blame it on the liquor huh
i pop many percocets, i’m groovy but i’m feelin’ em’
i already said it once, i won’t repeat, you best listen up
bought some wock and some sprite, i might just mix it up
groupy b-tch in my section, i won’t take a fl!ck with her
set me up, i still see it yuh
i swear to god i miss the old days, i’m still faking like i’m ok
i just mixed the gucci with the dodge
i just mixed the balenci with the volen
my b-tch got to trippy, took a smoke break
they say i’m the neighborhood hero
i got all my shorty’s, don’t wear no cape
i know you ain’t feel it, if you ain’t been here before
brody say he got me and he’s ok
brody say he got me and he’s ok
brody got me and he’s ok
brody say he got me and he’s ok
he’s ok

- calboy

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