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letra de drip - cale charles

intro (witchitaw slim):
once again, we at ya chin with the funkadelic. skunk, ya smell that? elevation, ‘cross the nation. a-l-a shit. ain’t even gotta say shit. it just feels good

verse (cale charles):

ok, i kept it real from the jump
before that funk came with that sex appeal. now they want
to freak and hump. they wanna press the wheel. hear it honk
i’m on a pedal stool. they petty still. i’m steady drunk
off of that bourbon, plus that herban. that suburban, got me swerving off that skunk
pull some curves off on that donk
got kickers all in that trunk
no swishers. not what i’m on
my b-tch pearling all of my blunts
i’m slick slurred in all of my songs
backwoods burning all the night long
no concern with laws. just right wrongs
i concur, i conquer like kong
on each song and verse that i’m on
still don’t like the words. i write on
still no hype no words or lights on. still my sights are merged on my throne
spill my life in verbs. til my slice is served, i can’t fight the urge to ride on. right on

hook (x2):
niggas wyling, niggas lying. ain’t my tip, ain’t my drip
you trynna work it out, i’m trynna make that flip
niggas alb-ms really flopping. i don’t trip. i just skip
to the bank, my clientele gone like this zip

verse (witchitaw slim):
(got way more fly now, got way more fly now)
i took losses, rocking crosses, part of the process
everything still in the air. bunch of tosses. my head don’t chill the fuck out
parlay and peel the fuck out. see clarity
i gradually slipped back into who i had to be
past actions that ain’t half of me. woah, woah
wait. wait. this way back fore i had the beats
i ran game ‘fore i had the cleats. and had drive in the p-ssenger
this no joke. ain’t no gallagher. i took l’s. yes, i know defeat
i’m still fly with no drops. they recognize, give no props
but i’m still me and i’m fly. might go first cl-ss to dubai
one dub, they asking you why you feel so strong?
cuz hills so long, and come ups don’t come round every day
we short on bills, lil homie. this how it feel, lil homie
i think end game and begin game is the same thing
cuz life been going on but still, ain’t nothing changed
this the motion
got way more fly

[hook] (x2)

- cale charles

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