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letra de fresh off a joce - calvary kylan

[intro]
godd-mn, ah
ayy
you know what the f-ck it is, n-gga
on glee, on glee
godd-mn, godd-mn

[chorus]
smoke too much weed
don’t like no n-gga behind my back
fresh off a joce, straight do my time, i ain’t call home, i’on need no app
fresh off a joce, sleep on the floor, that sh-t feel better than that mat’
i’on give a f-ck if it’s no cigarettes, bet’ not go inside my pack
i like 4’s and my 5’s
i like 5’s and my 4’s
i like eyes and my vibes
i’m tryna make her explode
i like bad b-tches five
i like money and clothes
can’t let no n-gga stab my back, i’m quick to cut a b-tch throat, on gang

[verse 1]
f-ckin’ up my paper in different ways, i ain’t got nothin’ to show for it
he sent the pape’, knеw he was snake, i was dumb and then i fеll for it
she like my aura, this b-tch borin’, i ain’t tryna play for it
i was in a cage like everyday, i called my brother, pray for me
i barely know how to drive, so my b-tch gotta work the wheel
you watched him fall down on the slab then that’s a instak!ll
i wanna drill, i told big bro, ”i wan’ work on my sk!lls”
this sh-t easy, load up glocks, throw back and pop a pill
boy, they know i ain’t scared to bust my gun
he got slumped, laid on his bum, we don’t do one-on-ones
i got love for all my 5’s, whenever i call they come
hit in the head, in the leg, my momma like, ”not my son”
this sh-t crazy, i told my bro, ”they ain’t even wan’ call for a n-gga”
she said that she love me, give your all to a n-gga
i ain’t never had sh-t, i ain’t scared to go back to a nickel
they scared to show if a thug got feelings
[chorus]
smoke too much weed
don’t like no n-gga behind my back
fresh off a joce, straight do my time, i ain’t call home, i’on need no app
fresh off a joce, sleep on the floor, that sh-t feel better than that mat’
i’on give a f-ck if it’s a cigarette, bet’ not go inside my pack
i like 4’s and my 5’s
i like 5’s and my 4’s
i like eyes and my vibes
i’m tryna make her explode
i like bad b-tches five
i like money and clothes
can’t let no n-gga stab my back, i’m quick to cut a b-tch throat, on gang

[verse 2]
why the f-ck they capped out?
when i ever checked down?
when i ever told on bro to make it easy to come home?
when a n-gga whooped me?
when i ever stood down?
all these n-ggas bump me
play me through your headphones
they saw i’m behind a wall, that sh-t had everybody talkin’
i ain’t even trippin’ none ’bout it
give me a few weeks then i’m ballin’
kylan, you hearin’ about it?
h-ll, yeah, i’m hearin’ about it
that b-tch talkin’ ’bout she lost a baby, i just keep her from ’round me, on gang
jail taught me how to f-ckin’ live
no cigarettes, so we dryin’ out dip
10 to 15, g5 see you in a couple years
all my brothers in my sleeve, i ain’t alone in here, godd-mn
[chorus]
smoke too much weed
don’t like no n-gga behind my back
fresh off a joce, straight do my time, i ain’t call home, i’on need no app
fresh off a joce, sleep on the floor, that sh-t feel better than that mat’
i’on give a f-ck if it’s no cigarettes, bet’ not go inside my pack
i like 4’s and my 5’s
i like 5’s and my 4’s
i like eyes and my vibes
i’m tryna make her explode
i like bad b-tches five
i like money and clothes
can’t let no n-gga stab my back, i’m quick to cut a b-tch throat, on gang

- calvary kylan

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