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wwf - calicoe lyrics

[intro]
(good lookin’, ro’)
cuz they ain’t** they don’t listen to detroit music so the battle world gon’ be like “what is this n*gga talking ’bout?” but that’s exactly what i want them to do, i want everybody to say “it’s trash” and all of that. that’s what i want everybody to do cuz i don’t give a f*ck! i just want you to listen to it! (n*gga! i just be playing around with this sh*t like ayy, ayy…)

[refrain]
i ain’t never had no f*cking problems with no motherf*ckin’ battle rappers
not no real problems
not some sh*t i couldn’t solve with one motherf*ckin’…
i ain’t never had no f*cking problems with no motherf*ckin’ battle rappers
not no real…
not some sh*t i couldn’t solve with one motherf*ckin’ call
[chorus]
man, i used to do this sh*t for fun
until thеy start giving away checks like we’rе the world wrestling federation
how the f*ck i just run up a hun?
and all i did was walk in the arenas and talk my sh*t with no hesitation
don’t cry to me say you get booked for crumbs
in my era, smack called like “fly to me if you want a buzz”
what i did? hit that road, a n*gga getting crushed
new york was on that sour till they smelled them cookie blunts

[verse one]
had john john on the road with some hoes and eight bows, he ain’t even know
got fl!cked in carolina, he ain’t fold so they let us go
told tay roc and brizz y’all think we hoes? n*gga, let us know
could have came off the hip but why k!ll a n*gga when i know the n*gga wouldn’t k!ll a n*gga?
these n*ggas rap for their life
how i’ma beef with a n*gga that got yapped for his ice?
they threw his sh*t in the trash, he bought a new one at night
that n*gga jewelry real metal like a can opener
i land in jersey cuz they got the xans and the opioids
you think i’m here to f*ck with suge?
yeah, i might call surf
f*ck with the n*ggas still in the streets putting in hard work
a million views up and still that n*gga you call first
a million views up, i’m still putting in y’all work
put my n*ggas in positions better than the yard work
they thinking i ain’t got ammunition but i just ain’t hit the red b*tton
smack ain’t said nothing
caffeine got me up early, n*gga i’m head hunting
do that sh*t in holyoke, bishop got some meds for me
i just gave verb the holy ghost, hitman gon’ call the feds on me
take the champion belt to the cemetery, celebrate my dead n*ggas
[chorus]
man, i used to do this sh*t for fun
till they start giving away checks like we’re the world wrestling federation
how the f*ck i just run up a hun?
all i did was walk in the arenas and talk my sh*t with no hesitation
don’t cry to me say you get booked for crumbs
in my era, smack called like “fly to me if you want a buzz”
what i did? hit that road, n*ggas getting touched
st. louis, winter time, i think pops was minked up

[verse two]
every battle i ever had, we at the after party i’m like drink up
smack ain’t even pay me, i done spent a 10 hut
don’t do battle rap b*tches but phara had to get f*cked
jaz the rapper, that’s my baby, we in imaginary love
they’re really trying to pay me to battle imaginary thugs
told beas’ i be on tequila, i don’t f*ck with rum
40 g’s if they want the geechi, 60 i’ll rematch with lux
or i can break bread with qleen paper, y’all can match ’em up
i came to n*ggas hometowns so they mad as f*ck
can’t n0body put you on n*gga, when your cabbage up
can’t n0body see what you see when you got tinted buffs
the future built for me, let’s see where i’m gon’ end up
crack him over the head for a 30 and put a 10 up
i know n*ggas starving in the hood, their ribs really touching
your life go for a bargain in the hood, they ain’t charge me nothing
and catch a n*gga lacking in the field then it’s sorry for him
[refrain]
i ain’t never had no f*cking problems with no motherf*ckin’ battle rappers
not no real problems
not some sh*t i couldn’t solve with one motherf*ckin’…
i ain’t never had no f*cking problems with no motherf*ckin’ battle rappers
not no real…
not some sh*t i couldn’t solve with one motherf*ckin’ call

[chorus]
man i used to do this sh*t for fun
till they start giving away checks like we’re the world wrestling federation
how the f*ck i just run up a hun?
all i did was walk in the arenas and talk my sh*t with no hesitation
don’t cry to me say you got booked for crumbs
in my era, smack called like “fly to me if you want a buzz”
what i did? hit that road, n*ggas gettin’ touched
new york still on that sour, i done bought the pink runtz

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