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cal (rapper) - birthday lyrics

knocked up a lot of b-tches under the sun
i’m the solo, the uno, the god d-mn one
tampon done, i love u bl–dy in a garbage
everything i see’s a demolition and your carnage
corner of morriss connectin to partridge
she blows me like an n64 cartridge
shaped like a controller when i ain’t sober
cause when i’m drinkin i’ll invite any b-tch over
tag her like i’m spray painting, they hatin
give em a h-ll of a time like a watch for satan
i’m like peyton either manning or walter
best f-cking man i ain’t talkin’ no alter
insult her let know she’s replaced
juiced up 22 old yankees ace
face it u ain’t as big as my traps homie
when i freestyle i get daps bride
slowly i drive i ain’t in a rush
f-ck ya b-tch twice and i keep it on the hush hush
whats writers block i got that hard cider c-ck
and my loads gonna be the apple of her eye
ask why she’s p-ssed bi, a lesbo
just wants to eat the carpet from the get go
admit bro u ain’t a challenger or on my calibur
im cold like cal a burrrr
get it you f-cking loser?
kevin nash all my b-tches i just straight big boot her
then do a zooter and a vodka shooter
i manuever sharp like a razor ridin like a razor scooter
in her p–per like feces, ya boy no beastie
but i do be a beast see
as i display this way morning night or mid day
you are sloppay as little kid play
b-tch stay in the kitchen or doing my laundry
you saw those snap chats “oh you caught me”
of those other hoes t-ts
other dude would be like “oh sh-t”
but f-cking not me im c-cky
hoes always on my c-ck when they on e
bigger then papi, nothin can stop me
insane as faygo and insane clown posse
pop me a zanex ill make ur man an ex
trippin on acid lsd special effects
kettle one in my system, b-tches i fist em
never kiss em, cause they all victims
reppin machouse chillin on clinton
i’ve been f-cked up since president clinton
pick in which ho i’m gonna stick my d-ck in
playin with her p-ssy while your finger l!ckin
tastin my old nut from fillin the whole sl-t
she nods yes never a no or what
in her b-tt like a rectal thermometer
so big she thought how a tower got in her
poppin her milk dud drinkin a 40 of bud
hangin with my buds and rollin up buds
yeah we thugs when we wanna be
and all these other dudes are machouse wanna-be’s

- cal rapper lyrics

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