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Joey Trap

CALAMARI

 

CALAMARI

(альбом: DR TRAP - 2021)


You niggas talking a lot
They talking way too much, my nigga
Man, shut the fuck up
Ahh

Nigga, I'm a beast, so I never to strangers, major
Trap since a younging, niggas still rock pagers
Danger, I could cut you open with the razor
I heard you was shooting but you missing, get ya aim up
Shame but see the pain
Thought we thought the same, but you ain't us
Fuck the fame, fuck it play the game 'til we came up
Never change, I remain the same, niggas ain't bussing
You is strange, shawty, acting like I ain't nothing
Do my thang in that Range, but I paint fronting
I'ma slap niggas while I got my rings touching
Thought we cap, we don't do that, boy, we ain't bluffing
Oh that's facts? You ain't talk to me, I ain't trusting
'Cause you pussies be some fakers
Haters, I just love to stunt on all my neighbors, they racist
Every time I pull the Bentley racing in Masons
They go call the police, tryna chase us and case us
Marvelous, Margiela, robbing, mobbing it, uh
Die for this, so I hope you don't try no shit, but
Got a pistol, gotta keep a C.O.D Official
You talk too much, so I know when I'm riding with you
Ahh, I keep my shit to myself
I be flexing too much, I be focused on my health
Pull up in that Autobot with autopilot stealth
I be on the Autobahn with Audemar and wealth
I just ate some edamame, edibles too sweet
Get 'em off me, calamari, my bitch like to eat
In the trap house, in the back 'bout hella pounds for cheap
Kill 'em all, bro, hella bodies line up in the street
Nigga, you could get defeat

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