Testo Scrape the Sides - Calboy
Testo della canzone Scrape the Sides (Calboy), tratta dall'album Sorry 4 the Leaks, Vol. 1
Yeah, yeah
(Gotit)
Uh
(Rolo, turn that up)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), like (Oh)
I been coolin', but I'm runnin' out of patience (Out of patience)
Had a heartbeat, but my shit blacker than Haitians (Yeah)
He sick as fuck, they know he fu', he can't erase it (Can't erase it)
He play with me, he know he dead
My shorty take him (Woah, woah, woah)
Bakin' soda, grab that pot, scrape the sides, woah, woah
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5-0, oh
Heard there killers on that block, you better drive slow, oh
Got killer instincts, spot a pussy with my eyes closed, oh
I came from that basement
You know I grew numb to that pain, heard you
Couldn't take it (Heard you couldn't take it)
I ever go broke, then it's right back to
Them basics (Right back to them basics)
Runnin' with my members, you won't give it
They gon' take it (They gon' take it)
Dropped a hundred on a new foreign, I'm speed racin' (Skrrt)
Spent a lot of time in that trap, actually
I'm dazed in (Actually, I'm dazed in)
Built it all up on no solid ground, it's gon'
Cave in (Yeah, yeah, it's gon' cave in)
I don't phone the kid, I ain't got time for no fake friends
I ain't got time for no fake friends, woah, woah, woah)
Spot 'em, got 'em, whack a opp, gun '
Em down, woah, woah (Gun 'em down)
I wasn't tryna punch no clock, boy, where them
Pounds? Yeah, yeah (Boy, where them pounds?)
Ridin' through my city with somethin'
Loud, woah, woah (With somethin' loud)
Don't play with me, don't wanna have to gun you down, oh, no (No, no)
Bakin' soda, grab that pot, scrape
The sides, woah, woah (Grab that pot)
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5-0, oh (Uh-huh)
Heard there killers on that block
You better drive slow, oh (Drive slow)
Got killer instincts, spot a pussy with my eyes closed, oh (Hey, hey)
Bakin' soda, grab that pot, scrape
The sides, woah, woah (Grab that pot)
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5-0, oh (Way too hot)
Heard there killers on that block
You better drive slow, oh (Way too hot)
Got killer instincts, spot a pussy
With my eyes closed, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Grab that pot
Way too hot
Heard there's killers on that block
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Darwin Cordale Quinn, Calvin Woods, John Balan, Ari Alexander Spencer, Park Min Geon, Loyalty & Co
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