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calos – bitch, i’m the man lyrics

hook:
b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man
i had to flex on the gram
she pop a xan
she gon suck off the whole fam
she do the best that she can
i’m goin ham
i’m goin ham on the beat
f-ck around leave you deceased
my enemies
they tryna make up the peace
i tell em f-ck off and leave

verse 1:
this on repeat
i keep this sh-t on repeat
loui v cover my feet
i’m on the scene
i got designer on me
i got bugatchi on me
straight from the bean
yeah i put on for my team
double cup, don’t f-ck w lean
all bout the green
benji’s and ounces of weed
blunts full of cookie, a treat
if it ain’t about the money then it don’t mean sh-t
i roll backwoods fatter than king kong’s d-ck
straight bars, anytime they say calos spit
tesla, model x, my ideal whip
got b-tterfly doors, bought momma a porsche
whole gang in a whip, when it rains it pours
top down mid june, first stop on tour
whole crew got a hoe that’s b-tches galore
yuhheard
bad b-tch what’s the word?
just like my hats, shawty gotta have a curve
singin thru the night and i’m trapping w the birds
boolin w bloods, crip walking thru the burbs
green rolled up, weed smokin like a rasta
drippin w the sauce, got me feelin like pasta
high school diploma, dropped out of hofstra
melo with the hoodie f-ck around and get crossed up

verse 2 (gh luke):
-knock knock knock-
gh comin at the door
with a spanish wh-r-, imma f-ck her on the floor
take her outside, then i leave her on the porch
b-tch i skrt off in the rari, or i’ll pull up in the porsche
i never been to jail, b-tch i beat it in court
and i need the gold man, like my first names mort
on this verse came for all
all these whack lame frauds
you take your fake chains off, i’ll be the rap game boss
b-tch i came back hard, got the call from kay
he said we need to hit hard, like back in the day
he asked, tryna kick some flows, and just roll up an eighth?
i said h-ll yeah bro, what the f-ck can i say?
gotta show these whack clowns we the best in ma
now we back to spittin lyrics
i’m smokin a pack of spirits
i told you i rap delirious
i’m rappin so fast & furious
these rappers actin so curious
like these p-ss-es on their periods
(whaat)

hook(x2):
b-tch i’m the man
b-tch i’m the man
i had to flex on the gram
she pop a xan
she gon suck off the whole fam
she do the best that she can
i’m goin ham
i’m goin ham on the beat
f-ck around leave you deceased
my enemies
they tryna make up the peace
i tell em f-ck off and leave

- calos lyrics

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