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cale charles - inconsiderate lyrics

hook x2:
and if you really wanna walk out that door
make sure you leave that b+tch unlocked for my hoes
don’t be inconsiderate (b+tch)

verse:

don’t be inconsiderate. you should reconsider it
silly b+tch throwing hissy+fits. you can’t read the vibes, you illiterate
wanna rekindle it, assuming that i’m still with it
peasants exchange pleasantries; steadily with the pilgrimage
pedigree be the illest twigs
my reach as long as acrylics; my critics critique my records, not my ability
don’t jet lag or check bags; n+ggas know the identity
b+tch step back. different itineraries, look like it’s 10 of me. f+ck
n+ggas is midgrade, bottom+of+the+bag, shake. need to reup
cancerous death rates, and you know that dead weight can’t breathe, make a plan, or keep up
i unpant and freak her, for christmas in santa catalina
i’m quick to catch a fever. i sl!ck will empty on an mc trying to wrestle these bars
and n+ggas punch+in cuz they wincing, whipped. and when they see stars
seize like crescents. leave them breathless; seen no pimping this large

[hook]

verse 2:

don’t be inconsiderate. you gonna have to live with it
missing this ship when it docked at you lil village. i’m sk!lled with it
they shut doors like “up yours” then wanna come back and build a bridge
they mad rash and frivolous, my raps cash equivalent. the stash mad significant
my net is ‘splash’: the jumper wet. my thump snap ya mama neck
she wanna get waxed, she come with back++woods like a lumberjack
know the s+x gonna slap good when the blunt in tact
roll the quack. get it understood, n+gga, know it’s that
probably smoked with her back in the school, in the culdesac
likely folded her back in the room when her homie left
i don’t even know though. all these hoes start to look the same
when hunches in their back like quasimodo. thinking that’s your b+tch, that’s notre dame
you p+ssies keep it pushing; not your lane
you sleepers keep it wishing; not your thang
trynna peep my system; out your range

[hook] x1

- cale charles lyrics

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