- Calboy Miseducation 歌词
- Lil Wayne Calboy
- Tee
Ayy-hey yeah yeah Yeah-yeah yeah Ah-ha ah Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up Ayy rolling up We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough I ain't know enough Might have to get him off the path If he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag boy I might blow you up I might blow you up And there's more than fifty When we slide you know them riders rough Them riders rough If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough We ain't have enough We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us They was mad at us Through the dark hoodie on like I'm Trayvon Like I'm Trayvon I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood like Canon Like Canon Playin' victim you know what you did why you play dumb Crazy thing my n***as knew about it they ain't say nothin' They ain't say nothin' This Percocet gon' get me higher Higher I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah Lerayah She said "Relax my brodie I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself there's no result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps The right steps My shorties wild and they get live up in the night yeah The night yeah I'm from the darkness baby I'm so used to nightmares Feed your soul Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up Ayy rolling up We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough I ain't know enough Might have to get him off the path If he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag Boy I might blow you up I might blow you up And there's more than fifty When we slide you know them riders rough Them riders rough If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up We might tie him up Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough We ain't have enough We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us They was mad at us Yeah I'm on the pill kinda Lauryn Hill On the real my G-Wagon came with sixteen uncle wheels Born to kill beef like gang put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real you know you not for real You faker than some shiny And if it's smoke it's just a fire drill I've been lying still in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart my heart so bottomless baow I'll knock your top off son Skrrt Ready or not here I come Feed your soul Tunechi Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up Ayy rolling up We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough I ain't know enough Might have to get him off the path If he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag Boy I might blow you up I might blow you up And there's more than fifty When we slide you know them riders rough Them riders rough If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up We might tie him up Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough We ain't have enough We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us They was mad at us I don't get mad at them Yeah woah oh I know you mad Them h*es they mad The opp they mad One time they mad Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad Woah-woah bah bah bah payback Vrrr vrrr vrrr-vrrr straight cash Yeah stay mad Bet you hate that Amen
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