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[intro: neno calvin]
(casbangz, he got that smoke with him)
yeah
what up?
yeah, huh

[chorus: neno calvin]
she gon’ bust it open whenever i say ’cause i got bread
codeine be my friend, preferably the red
i can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
by the way she act, i can tell she ain’t gettin’ f*cked for real

[verse 1: neno calvin]
i think she can take it ’cause she wobble like a ho
yup, this my lil’ yeah, we been f*ckin’ on the low
once shе drink that alc’, she gon’ shake it like a ho
vibin’ with my b*tch, yup, i’m just vibin’ with my ho
’63 camaro havе me gone in sixty seconds, huh
sixty minutes in with the b*tch, she started stressin’ me
don’t give a f*ck ’bout your past, bae, it’s all about the present (for real)
how ’bout you come over after the club and start undressin’ me?
i’m a pistol*totin’, weed*sellin’, syrup*sippin’ n*gga
traffickin’ for real, birds in the fender
i gotta chew a pill before i chew my dinner
i’m geekin’ hard for real, yeah
she gon’ wobbelty*wobblety, b*tch, drop it like it’s hot
i hope that p*ssy clean, don’t need fire on the block, huh
give her titos neat and give me maker’s on the rocks
went, shut down they block, made the neighbors call the cops
[chorus: neno calvin]
she gon’ bust it open whenever i say ’cause i got bread
codeine be my friend, preferably the red
i can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
by the way she act, i can tell she ain’t gettin’ f*cked for real

[verse 2: robb bank$]
b*tch, show me your dm if you got nothin’ to hide for real
your ex live with his bm, worried about me instead of the bills
b*tch, you really know how to pick ’em, ain’t it?
that n*gga play pick*up, ain’t it?
try to ball and twist his ankle
and i’m the most valuable player
n*gga, i go from saint*tropez to the tropics to somewhere it’s cold
indecisive, n*gga, i live my whole life the way i do these hoes
don’t text back and do not call and do not explain myself at all
never catch no b*tch that’s tryna fall, factory diamonds in every watch
for real, n*gga, you already know that b*tch belong to me
you was just holdin’ that, consolin’ that while i put her friends to sleep, for real
i’m the one that these b*tches seek, for real
the chief, allah, malik, for real
she sing and she make beats, for real
let me hear one to put me to sleep
i don’t care
probably with tammy too somewhere on a banana boat
i do mean to brag, do mean to boast
do talk my sh*t and do the most
n*gga, you did all that time and all you did was drop the soap
n*gga, i’m still long hair, don’t care, b*tch like a nava’—, yeah
[chorus: neno calvin]
she gon’ bust it open whenever i say ’cause i got bread
codeine be my friend, preferably the red
i can tell she nasty by the way she bite her lip
by the way she act, i can tell she ain’t gettin’ f*cked for real

- neno calvin lyrics

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