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letra de calour gang - juan pablo

[intro]
(it’s ethan)
(it’s ethan)
(r. hawaree on that beat)

[verse 1: r. hawaree]
aye, aye, b-tch let me get my close up
they say it’s my time to blow up
jesse mccartney on my poster, got that henny on my coaster
shout out to that la la land, sorry about that oscar
but it’s my turn now (aye)
finna take that crown (aye)
forget the oscar now (aye)
’cause i’m a rapper now (aye)

[verse 2: juan pablo]
she an actor turned rapper and i’m a rapper turned ceo
you won’t be talkin’ sh-t after you see me flow
knock it all down to the floor (aye)
you’ll see how hard we all go (aye)
calour on my t-shirt and i wrote in sharpie
you think you popping, but newsflash you not me
you haters do a lot of talk
see how they talk with a c-ck in they jaw
calour gang got the talent and all
new crew like f-ck mafia squad

[chorus: juan pablo}
calour gang we scorin’
our cars are all foreign
your women are whorin’ they body for me
calour gang we joking
this sh-t is all corny
but we got them bars and got (r. hawaree on that beat)
swag

[verse 3: ethan]
i’m in love with calour, she my baby
b-tch get down to the floor, ’cause we go crazy
this that on your momma fridge sh-t
but this ain’t f-cking kid sh-t
recognize my kinship, always bow and say, xie, xie
second, i ain’t kidding when i say i do it my way
hit that beat so hard, but i don’t hit it with a f-ckin’ aye
ooh, calm down b
i’m just tryna to make ’em see
who’s got the biggest d and who’s the hottest emcee ooh

[verse 4: r. hawaree]
yo b-tch this is r. hawaree
i’m stealin’ the spotlight and b-tch i ain’t sorry
i’m luxury like a ferrari
you on my level, b-tch hardly
i spit that sh-t and that sh-t’s fire
i’m a rapper not a liar
when i say i got them bars, b-tch it mean i got them bars
went from on the stage to on the mic
think you’ll compete, i say yeah right
people beneath me tryna fight
but this sh-t’s easy, i can go all night
even the haters say i’m fly ’cause that’s some sh-t you can’t deny
when they ask me how or why, i just say calour gang or die

[verse 5: chris]
calour gang makin’ music
billboard number one we be shootin’
makin’ that money from nothing we be shootin’ for something
maybe the dough keep us lookin’
we’ll never stop cookin’ these fire tracks for our fans
they love our sh-t so much
they just tryna get a touch, a rub, a feel of our b-tts
but we ain’t get caught up in that sh-t
we too busy making hits

[verse 6: juan pablo]
i could easily make a trap album with some basic–ss lines and i back out it
say i get p-ssy my stacks counting
smoke some weed and make a track ’bout it
but we creative so we doin’ our own sh-t
we don’t care ’bout what your wack sound is
in the studio in the zone, we ain’t changed clothes since the black album
all your music is just background and we ain’t sayin’ sh-t so it’s just clownin’
we just tryna change what that rap sound is
real sh-t i’m just tryna keep that a thousand
i mean i’ll thank god for my life and the things that keep me grounded
but you better kneel down and praise me for that sh-t that i founded

- juan pablo

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