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beatbox freestyle - calboy lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn e, this sh*t exclusive)
hey
b*tch
hey

[verse 1]
hope you got yours got rover mine
b*tch i’m certified
young wild boy you know the vibes
i was on the block like show your ride (bih)
heard the boy want some problems
play with them dollars we gone load em nine
shawty like why you got to ride with
so many bottles b*tch i pulled a line (oh)
weirdo boy don’t come outside
if i popping out you know someone gone die
i’m working out till i know that she tired
i hit it once then i broke her lil spine
i had to pull out a four for the guys
boy you get smoke so you smoking the guys
most of these n*ggas be hoes in my eyes
i let it blow so i roll with the max
arms so cold like a motherf*cking stoner
i don’t trust no soul cause the chains on me (uh uh)
i change slide cause they all on the side bro
can’t even drive got the tank on e
i’m jumping out with that thing on me
p*ssy you know i got range from b’s
slitty gon tear off his face for me
i’m sending shots in his brain (baby i’ve been)
thuggin in my re box with that g lock
d*mn i heard he shot choppa make em beatbox
i heard that you know that the heat hot
got rich off that g pot (aye)
won’t throw cheap shots
make yo main b*tch eat c*ck
told her respect my pippin
i got more b*tches than lighting richen
glock came with a switch
he pop out get busy we get him stitching
i don’t pay attention to oppositions in two dimensions
all my brothers with a stick on benents
hope you bicthes listen
trap jump like the gym is la fitness is that dirty kitchen
shorty stopped the gimmick got to riches off these dirty
pigeons, we gon send him shots put him in a box just like
a two the picture
won’t pick up my phone b*tch leave me lone
i’m busy getting richer
baby pick yo poison we got percs or molly
lean and liquor
i popped out with all my diamonds on
i made her leave her n*gga
i don’t even know what type of b*tch you is
if you smoke woods or swishers
boy was talking about all that sh*t he did
he still ain’t pull the trigger
[outro]
choppa make him beatbox
uh d*mn i heard he shot
i’m still thuggin in my re box
i’m still thuggin with that g lock
(n*gga, n*gga)

- calboy lyrics

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