Lyrics T–Wayne – Calm It Down
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All that loud shit, you should calm it down
I’m at the top, but I got it from the ground
She gon’ let me hit it, ’cause she want the clout
We don’t talk shit, we just air it out
But I ain’t never changing, bitch I been the same
I don’t wanna hit it, I just want the brain
All that slick talk, shootin’ at the- Yeah (Woo, Woo)
I like Goyard, bitch I like to go hard
Came up from the bottom, but I made it so far
And these niggas hella brick ’cause I ain’t quit
I just threw ’bout 50 thousand on my wrist
I’m in the kitchen, money making mission
Wrist drippin’, like I’m washing dishes
Shawty fuckin’ for the clout, I need commission
Shawty callin’ on my line, she keep on bitchin’
Pray for all my haters on the block (Block)
I’ma kill them when I pull off of the lot (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Steady flexin’ on these niggas, like I’m Brock (Brock Lesnar)
I can’t shake your hand ’cause nigga, you an opp
All that loud shit, you should calm it down
I’m at the top, but I got it from the ground
She gon’ let me hit it, ’cause she want the clout
We don’t talk shit, we just air it out
I’m a game changer when I’m with the gang
But I ain’t never changing, bitch I been the same
I don’t wanna hit it, I just want the brain
All that slick talk, shootin’ at the- (Woo, Woo)
I’m on Wi-Fi, but I’m tryna slide by
Five watches on me ’cause I hit it five times
Pussy so good, I put her in a house
Flexin’, she been textin’ (Text)
Smoking moon rock, bitch I’m George Jetson (Hi)
Cappin’ for what? Call me Boss Man
She gave me the kitty, so I dogged it
I came from the bottom, had to get it off the block
I just bought the Bentley, had to get it off the lot
How you got the key, but you ain’t got the shit on lock?
I just spent two-fifty on some Louis socks (Woo)
All that loud shit, you should calm it down
I’m at the top, but I got it from the ground
She gon’ let me hit it, ’cause she want the clout
We don’t talk shit, we just air it out
I’m a game changer when I’m with the gang
But I ain’t never changing, bitch I been the same
I don’t wanna hit it, I just want the brain
All that slick talk, shootin’ at the- (Woo, Woo)