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glockboyz teejaee - calvin cambridge lyrics

[intro]
come on
glockboyz, n+gga
yeah
(bang that sh+t)
yeah

[chorus]
my n+gga still be on the same sh+t
twisted fingers, we still ridin’ with them guns, we on some gang sh+t
oh, you ain’t tryna suck no d+ck, yeah, she a lame b+tch
trap with a little bow+wow, we call it calvin cambridge
she say she liked me ’cause i’m rich, she be crazy
she ain’t never seen me with sh+t, she just be suckin’ on my d+ck
[?] in the trap, i’m tryna come up with a brick
she said she like it when i hit her from the back and talk my sh+t, n+gga

[verse 1]
yeah, this sh+t gettin’ out of control
the monеy pilin’ to the roof so i can’t take thesе b+tches home
free my dog, he sittin’ down, he caught a beef, fully blown
got in a high speed with the jakes, i took the long way back home, n+gga (long way back home)
[?] hit the lights, we gotta go, end of the story
[?] kinda fun but sh+lls so f+ckin’ bored
my n+gga [?] be mad as h+ll we f+ckin’ up his jordans
we in the ‘burbs runnin’ with bl!ck, we got this b+tch scorchin’
[?], my n+ggas jump wild and free
free the [?], that n+gga young and wild, i wish his ass was free
free my n+gga red, he called me every day, he only got three
my b+tch told me i gotta chill, the police told me, “move ot”
i’ve been feelin’ like f+ck rappin’ (n+gga), i’m on my trap sh+t
you ever got a bird and hit it twice like she a bad b+tch?
i’m east lansing, passin’ out testers, i feel like [?]
that sh+t was crazy how dog got rid of the dog, that sh+t was tragic (that sh+t was tragic)
you probably never jumped in that v when it was time to slide
[?], take him on that ride
i love talkin’ to my n+ggas, i hate [?]
jump inside the v and keep on comin’ ’til we finish the job
just put an eight inside one soda
today we finna f+ck this chicken up, n+gga, rip soda
told [?] gon’ buy it, then we robbed him, we some janky+ass promoters
i’m always ridin’ with that blower, i’m hoppin’ out if you pull over
i’m a young boss n+gga, i’ll get you picked off, n+gga
we hop out and run with him, boy, we don’t toss pistols
it’s only right i grab the lamb’ and come back to the block like [?] did
everybody dogs until they hear that four+five bark, n+gga, yeah
[chorus]
my n+gga still be on the same sh+t
twisted fingers, we still ridin’ with them guns, we on some gang sh+t
oh, you ain’t tryna suck no d+ck, yeah, she a lame b+tch
trap with a little bow+wow, we call it calvin cambridge
she say she liked me ’cause i’m rich, she be crazy
she ain’t never seen me with sh+t, she just be suckin’ on my d+ck
[?] in the trap, i’m tryna come up with a brick
she said she like it when i hit her from the back and talk my sh+t, n+gga

[outro]
yeah, this sh+t gettin’ out of control
the money pilin’ to the roof so i can’t take these b+tches home
free my dog, he sittin’ down, he caught a beef, fully blown
got in a high speed with the jakes, i took the long way back home, n+gga

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