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Lyrics Gang Gang – Calboy

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty b**ches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline

B**ch, I live that same way you talk ’bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me I done popped out

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I just rolled a woodie and it’s fully of pluto
F**k around with these b**ches, got me feeling like Pluto, ayy
Shawty wanna kick it but I don’t know Judo, yeah
B**ch, I’m lit and rich, oh yes, that’s all that you know
Took a risk, I used my wrist, I put my fist in the bowl
Hold on, wait, this money calling, put that b**ch on a hold
Every day I wake up, gotta get this paper
I got my cake up, that’s probably why they hate you

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty b**ches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline

B**ch, I live that same way you talk ’bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me I done popped out

I been in this s**t, b**ch, I been a member
I could put that s**t on my mama
In the traphouse on the daily, baby
I’m forever chasing out the commas
Lately, I been on some gang s**t, get your brains hit
Shawty, we forever with the drama

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He gon’ f**k around and a lose a hand
If he ever play with my money, yeah
Baby, I’m back on some boss s**t
Ain’t having no bands
I don’t hear what you saying
Them n**gas be talking
My shawty ain’t playing
You might end up dead
Put him in a coffin
I got s**t in my head
They don’t understand
Don’t know what it costed

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah
I got plenty b**сhes, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah
He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah
Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline

B**ch, I live that same way you talk ’bout
Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out
Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out
Hey-hey, who them looking for me I done popped out…

➤ Written by Calboy
Produced by Foster, Hurtboy AG & Noah Mejia
Calboy | 2020

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