Lyrics:
sleeping, awake thee Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees I am taking names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch
nigga, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours cock a nigga mind poppin' Walk
sleeping, awake thee Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees I am taking names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am So ready for whateva that awaits me Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the Calicoes, ak's,
Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor We (What?) run (What?) these (What?) streets! (What?) Fuck (What?) Niggaz (What?) Descease! (What?) [Hook - Bone
Calicoes 100 shot Street sweepers clear the block I'm that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop Take 'em to my grand momma basement Show 'em what I got,
Calicoes 100 shot Street sweepers clear the block I'm that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop Take 'em to my grand momma basement Show 'em what I got,
can cut the coke Let's fucking go, it's Hollygrove Bussin' straight through the fucking do' You fucking know them calicoes They go blucka blucka You
fuck niggas, I come slow Motion, knock down the ocean This nigga here is extra large, nigga Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor We (What?) run
calicoes Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call Ten J got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero Then FaceTime me on my phone,
of a simple mind Laid bare to stare Calicoes and deities Livin' in a rubber room Better get my naughties done Mama's gonna be home soon Yea she'll be home soon
Nigga we troublesome come shoot up the party If we don't fuck with them Acting retarded like we off molly like wassup with them Glocks and calicoes
know The wave different and I spit like calicoes Bitched on me like I'm dosed up in pheromones Herringbone on my chest when you hear this song Learn
Dreams and reality I'm tryna balance both People I put first woulda gave my last for From the same land tryna slide with them calicoes Hating on me.
pocket I got 50 Calicoes I got bitches I can ghost I got bitches I don't know I don't wanna do it to you Babygirl you gotta go Gotta place I gotta see
To those Who expose bro’s Who pose with calicoes I pop those In white robes Lights out like light bulbs Live in the field Like Marshalls Who stalk
bust 'em down and sell lines Posted with then Calicoes on Me nigga landslide (LAAAANDSLIDE) Gucci belt showin, Trues on hangin Strap pokin out (BLAH) ,
spit clips calicoes In a habitat that flip bricks half o'z and be Trapping crack just to have kicks mad clothes Fashion fact me on the strip patten jo's
to the glorious 8 billion souls 8 billions stories gets laborious He got it though, flows get bust like calicoes calibers they 45th, PG to Portsmouth to Portau
riding round with calicoes That money on a ten-four We get in mode And see if the opposed can see the goals That we set I know I'm next I treat my shit
Have lil bro come walk in them Calicoes Nigga, that's how you wipin' those Get in this house, we gon' creep real slow Man he up it and it jammed, yeah,
I'm Cool calm and collected in Calamity Them calicoes cause mothers colic healing through many tragedies Feeling a few that could compare with these
phenomenon's, me and my click be ready for war You better get your entourage, 'fore you get calicoes through your car Or you'll get a 44 to your jaw, ain't no
told that most friends turn to foes From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed I'ma
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