Calvin Cambridge

Follow 0 fans

No Plans x B.Tee x JG $tackhouse

2:33

0 Views

Playlists:

#1

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

Bitch I'm Mr. Geeked Up, Mr. Urkel
Mister Mister, The Color Purple
Mr., how you pop them adderalls and got 'em turnt up
Mr., gotta keep it quiet, it's green all in the circle
Mr., how you f*ck with that hoe

Aye
Cash on my mental I feel like a genius
Two hour layover, flight out of Phoenix
Designer jean, but the cut European
Not addicted to drank, but the shit is convenient
I'm my own man, and I chose to get rich
Feel like Ace, when he first walked his ass out the cleaners
Pull out that cake, and I put that shit right in your face
Feel like Ike when he talking to Tina

Pop on a Percocet, now I'm painless
Foreign bitch, look like Topanga
Ball on niggas, I'm Calvin Cambridge
Ball on a nigga, like Tracy Reynolds
She locked in, no Kurt Angle
No lil baby, you can not stay for dinner
She ain't know the vibes was this high when I hit her
Drop that zero, and come get with a winner
Dropping off bags, when I'm flying through the city
Feel like Saint Nick, but this shit ain't December
Me and B.Tee, we like Stockton, Malone
He drop the pass, and I gotta deliver
Might cop a lil more, but I cop a lil quicker
Pull up, I'm popping my shit, like I'm popping a pimple
Young niggas drawing they pistols, like pencils
We had to draw out a plan to get richer

Draw out a plan, 'cause I'm hot like Wasabi
Dior sweater, I ain't play on the Cosby's
I'm in your hood, like Mr. Rogers
Been on that bull shit, Kirk Hinrich
Been a king, Peja Stojaković
Punch the beat, like Ronda Rousey
Talking too fast, like I work at a auction
Smoking green out the garden, like I'm in Boston

Good with the P's, like I was Taraji
This shit is easy E, but I'm not from Compton
Looking for me, you might never find me
Pouring up drink, like I struggle with sinus
Gas a lil strong, like big Scott Steiner
Fit made in Italy, yours in China
Buying more guns, like I'm going to Al Qaeda
Hop on the plane, hand the cup to the pilot

Pop on a Percocet, now I'm painless
Foreign bitch, look like Topanga
Ball on niggas, I'm Calvin Cambridge
Ball on a nigga, like Tracy Reynolds
She locked in, no Kurt Angle
No lil baby, you can not stay for dinner
She ain't know the vibes was this high when I hit her
Drop that zero, and come get with a winner
Dropping off bags, when I'm flying through the city
Feel like Saint Nick, but this shit ain't December
Me and B.Tee, we like Stockton, Malone
He drop the pass, and I gotta deliver
Might cop a lil more, but I cop a lil quicker
Pull up, I'm popping my shit, like I'm popping a pimple
Young niggas drawing they pistols, like pencils
We had to draw out a plan to get richer

Motherfucking ten bad bitches and it's five of us man
Eating good and shit, good calamari
Good, yeah
Motherfucking lobster Mac n cheese and shit man
Bitches making boomerangs and shit
It's bitches all over of the motherfucking place and shit
Man, lil finger foods and shit
What's the lil shit with the motherfucking wood board?
You know what I'm talkin' about
Charcuterie?
The charcuterie motherfucker, man

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!