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cale charles - do re mi lyrics

[verse] (cale charles):

i walked in with the polo. henn and the doe-doe
say i can grab her -ss, but her friend’s is a no-no
so, ho. huh, here’s som gin and som mo-mo
shawty changed her mind. i told slimm, “here, it’s your go.”
yolo, low low. bounce it like a pogo
pour 4. sip it while you blow dro
steady going ham, but a n-gga from the 4 tho
fighting for my little big h-rn like hernando de soto
i’m the man with the dough though. treat my main squeeze like a fan. take a photo
i don’t give a d-mn. with the cam or the go-pro
i don’t f-ck with xans. only strands. f-ck the coco
man with the plan from the land of the po’ folk. d-mn uncle sam and the po-po
n-gga said “f-ck ala–“, bam with the .44. that’s what i put down on the scope for
me and 4 hoes stepping out of the 4 door. i’m ballin’. rawlins
real n-ggas only, better hope they let y’all in. got a side shorty cooking gator down in ‘nawlins
she know how it goes, i never stay until the morning
telling me she loves me. only say it, cuz she h-rny
fishing for a guppy, f-cked around and caught a great white
late night, after party asking shawty what it shake like
got dressed, baby told me have a great flight. bwoa!

[hook]:
it go do re mi. fa so la ti
fa so la ti, fa so la ti
hope them pigs ain’t got n0body
meet me at the after party. (x2)

[verse] (sip jackson):

ever since i came in, i been ballin’ (ballin’)
your ho won’t stop callin’ (callin’, callin’)
probably cuz i put it all in (all in)
she wet like the bayou. i call her ‘nawlins
and, i know that cale probably said that too, but i’m leaning off
whatever substance. i’ve been really thinking i should slow it down, slow it down, slow it down
f-ck you mean? f-ck you mean? f-ck you mean? we came in here rollin’
slimm got that .40, i bet you ain’t notice. swerving. codeine, and you never seen focused
til you see sip walk right past all the coldest b-tches and still manage to give em cold shoulders
i’m e$kimo. i’m gucci’s face tat, b-tch. shorty just sing while she take that d-ck
do re mi fa so. i stay back flipping in your sister. i’m a gymnast. whip it
wrist so cold they call me chemist. finish on her face with all of my ‘churrin right next to her blemish
and, you think she’s innocent. boy, who you kidding?
that ho for everybody
sip in the booth that’s a scary topic
smoke til i’m floating like mary poppins
b-tch, i need commas in every pocket

[hook]

[verse] (eskimo $hawty):

smoking doe doe on the low low. acapulco gold
tie it in the raw paper. twist it up so swolen
me and a caramel apple bottom getting acquainted
she say she got a man and that’s a d-mn shame, ain’t it?
ain’t it funnt how they hit you with the flex, knowing d-mn well they be loving rough s-x?
i be pulling on your hair, you be grabbing on my neck. but, i’m thinking too forward. no disrespect. but, i suspect
you to be the one for me to meet at the after party after the after party. do re mi fa so la ti do
had you hollin’. now, you humming on a high pitched note. i told you, b-tch
next time no stallin’. now the ho won’t stop calling
n-gga like me, no strike zone. i stay ballin’ on what used to be the home plate, playa
used to play star wars with the gas mask. darth vader
smoked out, listening to elevators. now we on the elevator. headed to the top. see ya later
gone. taillights. and, everybody up in my zone gon smell like
kush. and, i promise you, i’mma live life cuz it ain’t promised to
you or me neither, that’s the honest truth
party like 1-1-2002
new year’s after 9/11, everybody came together. brought us a little closer to heaven
i bet you would’ve remembered that if reality tv went belly up
think about it. roll the smelly up

- cale charles lyrics

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