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ths cal – safari lyrics

[produced by ty andrew]

[verse]
in detroit, you can’t roll around the city wit’ no pape
you won’t ever make it out the d if you ain’t getting paid
and to make it, you gon’ have to know the real and know the fake
you won’t live another day if you be f+ckin’ wit the jakes
if you don’t want no petty beef, you better never throw no shade
i ain’t beefing wit’ no goofy, i been staying out the way
i be f+ckin’ wit’ who solid and my circle full of apes
and my circle full of ballas, i ain’t letting in no snakes
i been running up them bands
boy you better watch yo’ mans
n+ggas claiming that they real, but they really be some hams
what the h+ll? i ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ no b+tch that got a spam
i was chilling wit’ yo’ hoe and she had told me this her jam
i don’t really give no d+mns, i be in this b+tch trippin’
you see me hit my dance, i be in this b+tch giggin’
i been chilling and i’m single, you won’t ever see me simping
and i’m never in my feelings, n+ggas know that i be pimpin’
i’ll have you in yo feelings, so don’t ever try to hoe me
and don’t ever call me slime, lil’ bro i ain’t yo’ homie
and i ain’t a swiper, but i’ll still finesse a n+gga shorty
she had hit me on the gram and told me you don’t get her h+rny
and she told me that she want me ’cause she know a n+gga goated
and i love that ass, guarantee i’ll catch it if she throw it
boy, you pearlin’ lil’ sh+t, i had to teach you how to roll it
you be b+tchin’ and you know it, you a p+ssy and you show it
don’t let a n+gga f+ck if you ain’t tryna eat the nut
and if she wipe her ass good, guarantee i’ll eat the b+tt
i want a loyal bad b+tch, i ain’t f+cking on a sl+t
if she got the super soakers, i’ma eat it from the front
i ain’t fumbling no bag, i’ma throw my bro a pass
you ain’t eating wit’ me n+gga, it’s a bounty on yo’ ass
that’s some money to be made, i don’t play about no cash
had to get my lawn cut, too many snakes up in that grass
i remember i was down, lamest n+gga in the town
just because you see me up don’t mean it’s time to come around
if it ain’t about a milli, i don’t wanna hear a sound
they was laughing at me then, but they ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ me now
if you ain’t know that i’m that n+gga, i can tell you what it is
i’m a real ass n+gga, give a f+ck about a b+tch
and i ain’t ever going broke ’cause i been stackin’ up my chicken
i ain’t worried ’bout a thang ’cause a young n+gga getting rich
that’s the only thing i know about, the money, ’cause i get it
i had bought a shirt from teejayx6, and they ain’t ship it
i know a n+gga that think he be thuggin’, but he ain’t wit’ it
but i ain’t come here to diss anybody, n+gga i’m chilling
i’m tryna get me a backend
smack it and blow her back in
i ain’t working no job, i’m rapping to get a rack in
he don’t know what a rack is
working ain’t no relaxing, i’m tapped in
ths & og vibes back in
i was sh+tting on these n+ggas way befo’ this rap sh+t
all i ever wanted was some money and a bad b+tch
i was just a lucky n+gga when i made a bag flip
feeling like i’m meg ‘ cause i stay up on my cash sh+t
i ain’t ever stressing over bills, man i’m too turnt
don’t be out here chasing after hoes, put the blues first
i need me a head nurse, show her how the wood work
you a lame, weird ass b+tch, so you would lurk
even if i lose a couple hunnids, i’ma still eat
i’m just tryna kick it wit’ sharyna, she a chill freak
you be poppin’ mollies in the morning, you a pill freak
how you got a .45 cali and you sill weak?
i don’t f+ck wit’ n+ggas, they be snaking, that sh+t unforgiving
i be spitting game, so you n+ggas better pay attention
if you f+ckin’ wit’ the wrong crowd, you’ll be going missing
living in detroit, these n+ggas hip to how we f+ckin’ living, b+tch
ain’t sh+t sweet n+gga

- ths cal lyrics

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