calico from mehico [sped up] - summrs lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, geo got them bands, huh?, double r)
yeah (bird business)
[verse]
geo, we got them bands, b*tch (geo, we got them bands)
i’m finna sl*t out a fan, b*tch (i’m finna sl*t out a fan)
you know i carry them racks, b*tch (you know i carry them)
i’m finna hit my lil’ dance (hit my lil’ dance)
you know i ain’t going for nothin’ (know i ain’t going for nothin’)
i just left the club with two friends (just left the club with two friends)
sosa, he sl*ttin’ her out (he sl*ttin’ her out)
lil’ jay, he ride with them glocks (know he ride with them)
try it, your ass’ll get knocked (bop*bop*bop*bop)
i got this sh*t out the box (out the box)
paid a car note for this wock’ (car note for this wock’)
say, p*ssy, come get you a slot (go get you a slot)
say, p*ssy, go get you a knot (go get you a knot)
why you think i got it? i don’t box
audemars piguet, i need it (f*ck it)
f*ck it, i’m fightin’ these demons (i’m fightin’ these demons)
f*ck it, i’m seein’ my demons (demons)
in my cup every night, see my demons (yeah, uh*huh)
in that bimmer, lil’ b*tch, we is beamin’ (beamin’)
she eatin’ all of my s*m*n (rrt)
f*ck your lil’ racks, i don’t need it (woo)
f*ck your lil’ feat’, you could keep it
i rather dress up my nina, she gon’ f*ck me soon as she see me
i’ll put you up, give me a reason (give me a reason)
full of that syrup, got me leanin’
on the top floor, clutchin’ the calico (clutchin’ the calico)
f*ck you, boy, i’ll let it go (let it go)
high as f*ck off of these medicals (uh*huh)
you is so broke, i’ma let you know (do it, yeah*yeah)
blowin’ up premium texaco (uh*huh)
locked in with some n*ggas from mexico (yeah)
give that lil’ p*ssy some fentanyl (mexico)
all of my n*ggas some bulldogs (bulldogs)
book bag off this football
that calico go through any walls (calico, calico)
cartier frames, i ain’t seeing y’all (calico, calico)
standin’ on business, i stand tall (calico, calico)
yeah, f*ck it, 5.56 at his nugget (f*ck it, 5.56 at his nugget)
f*ck it, up it, if he don’t hit my ass, he in trouble (hit my ass, he in trouble)
change the subject, f*ck it, all these drugs gettin’ smuggled
all these b*tches gettin’ hit, all these n*ggas gettin’ spinned (all these n*ggas get spinned)
the last n*gga supposed to get spinned, call sosa, see how it went (call sosa, see how it went)
i’m straight, but he got me bent, dumb n*gga died on fent’ (bent, dumb n*gga died on fent’)
lil’ n*gga tried to keep up, tryna keep a cup but can’t pay rent (can’t pay for rent)
this b*tch came over to vent, how the f*ck she end up hit? (yeah, how the f*ck she end up hit?)
n*gga can’t tell me sh*t, b*tch can’t tell me sh*t
lil’ b*tch, i’m rich, i keep a pole, i’m fishin’ (i’m rich, uh*huh)
n*gga can’t tell me sh*t, look at my wrist (can’t tell me sh*t)
look how that b*tch is drenched, look how much money i spent
living a sin, b*tch, i gotta repent, dior pants with no lint (dior pants with no lint)
look at that bad lil’ b*tch, like how her ass just sit (uh*huh, like how her ass just sit)
catch me in traffic, b*tch, i got that static, b*tch (bow*bow)
i got that ratchet, b*tch, i’m with a ratchet b*tch (bow*bow)
look at my fabrics, kid, you can’t afford this sh*t (bow)
i want a maybach truck sittin’ on forgi’s, b*tch (on forgi’s, b*tch)
[outro]
(uh*huh)
(double r, bird business)
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