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last day in calabasas - deebaby lyrics

[intro]
uh, private jets
i had three round trips on six private jets
another cuban link around my neck*
blessed
what’s next?

[chorus]
i just left from down south, i just took a trip up west
i had three round trips, boy that’s six private jets
what’s next?
another cuban link around my neck
let me guess, i think she just wan’ f*ck me ‘cus the check
i think you a mess
b*tch i’m blessed
everytime i try to take a break, my phone won’t let me rest
you think yo b*tch won’t let me f*ck, i just ain’t want her, boy that’s it
real n*gga, i’m a mack, i love the streets, it’s legit, b*tch i’m lit, rich

[verse]
drank percs, f*ck hеr, i ain’t quit
man stop asking me ’bout such and such, you know that’s my lil b*tch
i slowed down for a lil while now i pour 4’s in my mix
it’s a forty in this switch, i’m going homе to my kids
i told tg, “i wan’ put me a lil baby in her ribs”
i’m with jefe in the mountains pourin’ drank up to that ceiling
like with bets, gotta choose, heads or tails
coin flip in the air
thirty days, spent a million
spent that bag but i’m still up
this the sh*t i work for
she single but she still cuffed
play with me then you get hurt boy
look at you, no, you ain’t the type i’m searching for
maybach, pullup so d*mn clean with a dirty cup, i’m 30’d up
i’m a real drank sipper, n*gga
real big tipper, n*gga
i’m so houston, when the cars stop, the rims keep on spinnin’, n*gga
went from malibu to l.a., back to calabasas, livin’, n*gga
i’m a grown man, don’t f*ck with adults who act like children, n*gga
uhn uhn she like, “baby, who the f*ck you think you is?”
“i’m the realest, baby”
(uhn uhn)
you f*ckin’ with my opp, then go ‘head k!ll em’, baby
do that, do that
workin’ my ass off what i been doing lately
miller told me that too much of anything a drive you f*ckin’ crazy
kick, maybach s class
no, this ain’t no 580
watch so d*mn expensive, you would thought it had some time savings
i need you to find the same place i put my lines, baby
i know that you think you need a lil bit more time baby
i know that you think you need some diamonds on that cartier
i like when my b*tch f*ck with yo b*tch, now that’s a party there
fifty thousand ones from the club, we brought the party here
couple hundred thousand in the stash
[chorus]
i just left from down south, i just took a trip up west
i had three round trips, boy that’s six private jets
what’s next?
another cuban link around my neck
let me guess, i think she just wan’ f*ck me ‘cus the check
i think you a mess
b*tch i’m blessed
everytime i try to take a break, my phone won’t let me rest
you think yo b*tch won’t let me f*ck, i just ain’t want her, boy that’s it
real n*gga, i’m a mack, i love the streets, it’s legit, b*tch i’m lit, rich

- deebaby lyrics

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