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CalBoy – Wild Wild

Исполнители: CalBoy
Альбомы: CalBoy – Long Live The Kings
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Текст CalBoy – Wild Wild

Текст:

Hey
Pooh you a fool for this one (Pooh you a fool for this one)
Go Griz! (Go Griz!)
Ahh

Hey, hey
Oh lord, Jetson made another one

We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)

I spent thousands on some jeans I’ve never seen before (Seen before)
Then lil’ thotty calling me, but she not needed now (Needed now)
And she tell me all these words that she don’t mean it all (Mean it all)
Spot oppositions, no discussions, let my Nina talk (Let my Nina talk)
I’m from the trenches, from the dirty, I done seen it all (Seen it all)
Had a talk with all my soldiers, but we still at war (We still at war)
I got ghetto angels watching overboard (I got ghetto angels)
Foenem carry Dracos, leave him with a halo
We tryna get some pesos, I just wanna ball (I just wanna ball)
In that Hellcat, pop out tweaking, I ain’t wanna stop (I ain’t wanna stop)
And I fell in love with money, drugs and foreign cars (Foreign cars)
Put the ‘jects up on the chase ’cause I ain’t wanna starve

We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)

We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)

It ain’t no scraping off my plate, bitch, best go get a job (Get a job)
Had to sleep in that trap, had to flip that shit like no tomorrow (No tomorrow)
And, it’s fuck you, pay me, niggas do anything, you won’t get too far (Get too far)
Young boss, nigga, I’m self made, shit can’t get too hard (Get too hard)
In the Hellcat, this bitch too fast
Ayy, trust that she want me and I’m like, bitch, too bad (Bitch, too bad)
And I still let her roll with me, fuck around, bought the bitch two bags
Ayy, I’m smokin’ on loud, loud, I ain’t hear shit you said
Ayy, got a real broken heart, I ain’t go not feelings, can’t get too sad
Ayy, I was 16, got 8 ball in my jeans, gotta ship my dad (Gotta ship my dad)
Got a PJ when I went to LA, smokin’ dough when I land (When I land)
Why you wanna play when I know where you stay, where you lay your head?

We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
We come from that dirty, from that wild wild (Wild, wild)
She tell me she love me, I’m like «How how?» (How, how?)
We stack up them Benji’s let ’em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)

Альбом

CalBoy – Long Live The Kings