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calicoe - a thousand bars lyrics

[chorus: calicoe]
she don’t know my name but she know how it taste
you don’t know my pain, you just see how i wear this sh+t
ay, most you n+ggas lames, i don’t even care to kick it
the fact that i brought gang, i’ll really air this b+tch
either n+ggas ain’t got aim or we aiming at something different
tryn’ get my li’l n+ggas out the system
ay, these n+ggas want attention and mentions
a thousand bars for sale, i just pulled up with kitchen

[verse one: calicoe]
can’t remember the last time i was in the hood on purpose, i…
swear if you see me in the hood, i’m working, ah
see me in the hood, i’m probably on the same sh+t as you
watch playing peek+a+boo, moving like i got some sh+t to do
appetite medicinal, no notepad, why should i have to write the sh+t i do?
i sent yo’ ho back, now you gotta worry about the kitchen crew
don’t post no throwback, your last tweet was invincible
all these mothaf+ckin’ battle rapper one+dimensional
play my rounds, skip they sh+t, i don’t listen to em
all these gun bars but he’ll sh+t his drawers if i pull the bl!cky on him
i got some strong sticky on me, come from california
n+ggas be hating, i can smell it on em
tell em be patient, it’s gon’ be pandemonium
she got d+ck waiting, call it melatonin
on the freeway with a hunnid of em on me
like: if everything don’t go right i’ll be somewhere out the country
or scr+pping with my bunkie where the guards call you monkeys
the way i love my daughter, i can’t take no orders from a honky
even when they flip the quarter, i still feel like it ain’t 50/50
[chorus: calicoe]
she don’t know my name but she know how it taste
you don’t know my pain, you just see how i wear this sh+t
ay, most you n+ggas lames, i don’t even care to kick it
the fact that i brought gang, i’ll really air this b+tch
either n+ggas ain’t got aim or we aiming for something different
tryn’ get my li’l n+ggas out the system
ay, these n+ggas want attention and mentions
a thousand bars for sale, i just pulled up with kitchen

[verse two: kitchen qleen]
ah, got a thousand twenties on me, pulling up on shoebox
they might hit me with the rico, i feel like i’m oowop
i just f+cked a b+tch in venice, cartier, feel like i’m guwop
ah, might have these florida b+tches and they friends flewed out
these jordans half a band pushing on a foreign pedal
f+ck my white b+tch like a demon, she say “qleen, you the devil”
i hope she ain’t thinkin’ just cuz she got p+ssy i’ma settle
my li’l steppers play with cellos, turn yo’ p+ssy ass to jello
n+ggas nowadays making plays for a scooby snack
my n+ggas nowadays making plays for them stupid racks
they don’t give a f+ck about no rapping, really new to that
yo’ b+tch irritating, i wish i could give the coochie back
they call me kitchen+kitchen now cuz i can bring yo’ kitchen back
if the reaper take yo’ soul you won’t never get it back
we gon’ take ya whole four, we don’t do the tit for tat
crossing all these different strands, i keep playing mix and match
[chorus: calicoe (& kitchen qleen)]
she don’t know my name but she know how it taste
you don’t know my pain, you just see how i wear this sh+t
ay, most you n+ggas lames, i don’t even care to kick it
the fact that i brought gang, i’ll really air this b+tch
either n+ggas ain’t got aim or we aiming for something different
tryn’ get my li’l n+ggas out the system
ay, these n+ggas want attention and mentions
a thousand bars for sale, i just pulled up with kitchen (ah)

- calicoe lyrics

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