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calboy – no head lyrics

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[chorus]
all of his diamonds two racks, i’m sendin’ them packs, we sendin’ them back in
i’m in the back of the ‘bach, i’m smokin’ relax, just broke a lil’ backend
i’m sippin’ on magic potion, hop in that ghost, we put it in motion
a n-gga used to be broke, we slept on the floor with the rats and the roaches
they steady callin’ my phone, girl, leave me alone, b-tch, i gotta focus
i heard he talkin’ real bold so we finna blow, now he ain’t got no head
he talkin’ like he get dough so we finna score, now he ain’t got no bread
she look at me like a ticket so we can’t kick it, b-tch, i got no legs

[verse 1]
boy, you know back in the days i used to push weight, i used to have both legs
and that lil’ b-tch in the way, i’m tryna get paid, i’m tryna get more checks
tell that boy stay out the way ’cause i got a k, we aim it at your head
i’m on a hunt for the cake, i bust out the bank, lil’ b-tch, i got more bands
i got that lindsay, that lohan
she suck my d-ck with like no hands
she rid the d-ck like a moped
i fell asleep off of more xans
hop in the v, hope i don’t crash
i’m drippin’ sauce, hope i don’t splash
i took your b-tch like a bandit, huh
put it on somethin’ that i don’t smash
but that’s automatic, this check automatic, that check automatic, yeah
pop out with savage, i’m lettin’ ’em have it, i grip on a ratchet
put a price on his head, send shots and he dead, put him in a casket, yeah
we come from the wild, my n-ggas is wild, my park like jur-ssic

[chorus]
all of his diamonds two racks, i’m sendin’ them packs, we sendin’ them back in
i’m in the back of the ‘bach, i’m smokin’ relax, just broke a lil’ backend
i’m sippin’ on magic potion, hop in that ghost, we put it in motion
a n-gga used to be broke, we slept on the floor with the rats and the roaches
they steady callin’ my phone, girl, leave me alone, b-tch, i gotta focus
i heard he talkin’ real bold so we finna blow, now he ain’t got no head
he talkin’ like he get dough so we finna score, now he ain’t got no bread
she look at me like a ticket so we can’t kick it, b-tch, i got no legs

[verse 2]
you better run, you better duck, you better hide, we finna slide
i got some sh-t on my mind, ayy, so i go to sleep with a nine
better not come to my side, ayy, we ain’t tryna put up no fight, ayy
send a couple shots and slide, ayy, my n-ggas run through the night
couple shots and lil’ bro dead
send them shots at his forehead
and i’m gettin’ some more bread
and i count up some more dead
my brothers know secrets, they don’t spread
wanna diss one of my n-ggas, go’n ‘head
play with one of my n-ggas, that’s your -ss
i might f-ck on your b-tch right in your bed

[chorus]
all of his diamonds two racks, i’m sendin’ them packs, we sendin’ them back in
i’m in the back of the ‘bach, i’m smokin’ relax, just broke a lil’ backend
i’m sippin’ on magic potion, hop in that ghost, we put it in motion
a n-gga used to be broke, we slept on the floor with the rats and the roaches
they steady callin’ my phone, girl, leave me alone, b-tch, i gotta focus
i heard he talkin’ real bold so we finna blow, now he ain’t got no head
he talkin’ like he get dough so we finna score, now he ain’t got no bread
she look at me like a ticket so we can’t kick it, b-tch, i got no legs