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Kalamari Lyrics - Artist : Slim Jesus
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Aye, aye, aye New Christian Loubs' cost fourteen Steppin' outta Sak's lookin' so clean (Drip) Pocket full of racks straight out the machine Yo' bitch tryna' go for the whole team (Damn) Backwood on me smell like gasoline (Dope) Smokin' cookie blunts out the OZ' Just gotta another pint I'm back sippin' the lean I'm in love with them I might pour the whole thing (Lean) I been had her back since I was 18 (Dumbass) Grown as fuck and still broke that's why they hate me I don't know him but he swear he got a problem with me (Huh) Have my shooter on his porch like it's Halloween (Bo-boom) This draco full of shells like some macaroni You can catch a clean fade, shout out to Tony All these bad bitches geekin' I can't get em' off me I ain't never met the bitch but she swear that she know me (Shut the fuck up) Remember being broke I ain't had no cake (Nah) Now it's steak and calamari on my dinner plate He swear he a killer but I know he fake (Bitch) These 223s get you fucked like a dinner date Slidin' through yo' city so lowkey (Skr-skr-skrt) In the Benz' got that Glock on me You pussy boys must not know me (Nah) I really move with that knot on me Off-White on my hoodie look like drywall You ain't no shooter I can see it in your eyeball (Bitch) Boy yo' pussy hurt you need a Midal Hurt a bitch feeling with these racks the way that I ball (Boom) AP on my wrist spend a light fifteen And my chains on froze did it all VV (Ice) He say that he gon' rob me okay we gon' see This glizzy make it thunder like it OKC (Bo-bo-boom) On Instagram watching me you need to go get a bag All that talking bout' no money I can't get into that Fuck around and lose your life and you can't get it back Jump stupid draco spittin' like a ceiling fan (Zoom) Y'all know how the fuck I'm coming Ain't shit changed These 223s get you fucked like a dinner date Dumbass |
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