cal scruby - michael bay lyrics
v1
i’m like f-ck that b-tch on the other side, they know my gr-ss is way greener
find the baddest b-tch and i take her home and that -ss on her like trina
i’m just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain’t no ring on that finger
i got pull-up game like stephen curry, my pull-out game is like jenga
shut the f-ck up, i ain’t tryna have no conversation
city show so much love when the boy came home broke mf had to hate it
i ain’t have to make it, could’ve worked a 9-5 like you when i graduated
but i’m glad i waited, cuz i’ma hit your girl from the back; send a mf back to basics
why ain’t you listen? i told you be quiet (yeah)
put out your alb-m and n-body buying (yeah)
i get it, you on your hustle, i know you be trying (yeah)
you just keep mentioning all of these rappers i know so i know you be lying (nah)
this is a monologue, why am i speaking to you?
it’s like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the truth
i got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but i mix that vodka with juice
switch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, i’m drunk in manhattan…
hook
my sh-t blowing up
so many calls, my sh-t blowing up
no time to talk, my sh-t blowing up
my ringer off but i’m still blowing up
yeah i’m blowing up
my sh-t blowing up
like independence day, i’m blowing up
sh-t more like michael bay, i’m blowing up
slow motion walk-away, i’m blowing up
yeah i’m blowing up
v2
got that swisher sweet, pack sour; sam jackson, my pack louder
riding around in that matte black on 24’s like jack bauer
rubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-b-tch
i broke up with that old girl but i’m still using her netflix
f-ck all my exes, i could still f-ck all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my section
i know you mad cuz you standing in line and i just go in, i don’t know where to exit
she give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; give her that d-ck like 50 shades
i want all these whips and chains, d-mn i feel like christian gray
how many times did i tell you be quiet? (yeah)
calling my phone and i’m hitting decline (yeah)
i got the minutes and data but i don’t got time (yeah)
i’m tryna talk to the money; my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah)
i’m changing my number, i gotta get back to the business
i’ma be running sh-t, you on that other sh-t; hop on a track and get back to the fitness
you keep on talking about sh-t you don’t got like the money and cars and the clothes and the b-tches
i’m like when jordan came back with the bulls, you’re like when jordan came back with the wizards
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