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Calico from Mehico - Sped Up
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(Ayy, Geo got the bands, huh?)
Yeah, Geo, we got them bands
I'm finna slide down the fan
You know I carry them racks
I'm finna hit my lil' dance
You know I ain't goin' for that
I just left the club with two friends
Sosa, he slidin' the hot
Lil' Jay, he ride with them Glocks
Try it, your ass'll get knocked
I got this shit out the box
Paid a car note for this watch
Sike, pussy, come get you a slot
Sike, pussy, go get you a knot
Why you think I got it on box?
Audemar, plug it, I need it
Fuck it, I'm fighting these demons
Fuck it, I'm seeing my demons
In my car, baby, nice in my demons
In a Beamer, lil' bitch, we is beamin'
She eatin' all of my semen
Fuck your lil' racks, I don't need it
Fuck your lil' fit, you could keep it
I'd rather dress up my nina
She gon' fuck me soon as she see me
I'll put you up, give me a reason
Full of that syrup, got me leanin'
On the top floor, clutchin' the Calico
Fuck you, boy, I'll let it go
High as fuck off of these medicos
You is so broke, I'ma let you know
Globbin' on premium Texaco
Locked in with some niggas from Mexico
Give that lil' pussy some fentanyl
All of my niggas some bulldogs
Bad off this football
That Calico go through any walls
Cartier purse, I ain't seein' y'all
Standin' on business, I stand tall
Yeah, fuck it
.556 At his nugget
Yeah, fuck it, up it
If he don't hit my ass, he in trouble
Change the subject, fuck it
All these drugs gettin' smuggled
All these bitches gettin' hit
All these niggas gettin' spent
That last nigga was 'posed to get spent
Called So, see how it went, yeah
Was straight, but he got me bent
Dumb nigga died on fent'
Lil' nigga tryna keep up
Tryna keep a couple K, pay rent
This bitch came over to vent
How the fuck she end up pit?
Nigga can't tell me shit, bitch can't tell me shit
Lil' bitch, I'm rich, I keep a pole on fish
Nigga can't tell me shit, look at my wrist
Look how that bitch just drenched, look how much money I spent
We livin' in sin, bitch, I gotta repent
Dior pants with no lint, yeah
Look at that bad lil' bitch, like how her ass is sick, yeah
Catch me in traffic, bitch, I got that static, bitch
I got that ratchet, bitch, I'm with a ratchet bitch
Look at my fabrics, kid, you can't afford this shit
I want a Maybach truck, sittin' on Forgis, bitch
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