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letra de calvin cambridge - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
come on
glockboyz, n-gga
yeah
(bang that sh-t)
yeah

[chorus]
my n-gga still be on the same sh-t
twisted fingers, we still ridin’ with them guns, we on some gang sh-t
oh, you ain’t tryna suck no d-ck, yeah, she a lame b-tch
trap with a little bow-wow, we call it calvin cambridge
she say she liked me ’cause i’m rich, she be crazy
she ain’t never seen me with sh-t, she just be suckin’ on my d-ck
[?] in the trap, i’m tryna come up with a brick
she said she like it when i hit her from the back and talk my sh-t, n-gga

[verse 1]
yeah, this sh-t gettin’ out of control
the monеy pilin’ to the roof so i can’t take thesе b-tches home
free my dog, he sittin’ down, he caught a beef, fully blown
got in a high speed with the jakes, i took the long way back home, n-gga (long way back home)
[?] hit the lights, we gotta go, end of the story
[?] kinda fun but sh-lls so f-ckin’ bored
my n-gga [?] be mad as h-ll we f-ckin’ up his jordans
we in the ‘burbs runnin’ with bl!ck, we got this b-tch scorchin’
[?], my n-ggas jump wild and free
free the [?], that n-gga young and wild, i wish his ass was free
free my n-gga red, he called me every day, he only got three
my b-tch told me i gotta chill, the police told me, “move ot”
i’ve been feelin’ like f-ck rappin’ (n-gga), i’m on my trap sh-t
you ever got a bird and hit it twice like she a bad b-tch?
i’m east lansing, passin’ out testers, i feel like [?]
that sh-t was crazy how dog got rid of the dog, that sh-t was tragic (that sh-t was tragic)
you probably never jumped in that v when it was time to slide
[?], take him on that ride
i love talkin’ to my n-ggas, i hate [?]
jump inside the v and keep on comin’ ’til we finish the job
just put an eight inside one soda
today we finna f-ck this chicken up, n-gga, rip soda
told [?] gon’ buy it, then we robbed him, we some janky-ass promoters
i’m always ridin’ with that blower, i’m hoppin’ out if you pull over
i’m a young boss n-gga, i’ll get you picked off, n-gga
we hop out and run with him, boy, we don’t toss pistols
it’s only right i grab the lamb’ and come back to the block like [?] did
everybody dogs until they hear that four-five bark, n-gga, yeah
[chorus]
my n-gga still be on the same sh-t
twisted fingers, we still ridin’ with them guns, we on some gang sh-t
oh, you ain’t tryna suck no d-ck, yeah, she a lame b-tch
trap with a little bow-wow, we call it calvin cambridge
she say she liked me ’cause i’m rich, she be crazy
she ain’t never seen me with sh-t, she just be suckin’ on my d-ck
[?] in the trap, i’m tryna come up with a brick
she said she like it when i hit her from the back and talk my sh-t, n-gga

[outro]
yeah, this sh-t gettin’ out of control
the money pilin’ to the roof so i can’t take these b-tches home
free my dog, he sittin’ down, he caught a beef, fully blown
got in a high speed with the jakes, i took the long way back home, n-gga

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