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Tsu Surf vs. Calicoe (Rematch) - URLtv (Ft. Calicoe & Tsu Surf)
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Tsu Surf vs. Calicoe (Rematch) URLtv (Ft. Calicoe & Tsu Surf)

Tsu Surf vs. Calicoe (Rematch) - URLtv (Ft. Calicoe & Tsu Surf)
[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
My nana said you can catch a body and still go to Heaven, just can’t get a halo
I still smell blood and hash browns but we silence the potato
Ask the Opps whatever, they’ll never say I play tho
I think this Detroit nigga bitch, Jhene Aiko
Drive by where? We hop out, Gun in hand
Gangstas don’t dance, I made plenty do the running man
Drum a band
Boy I turn blocks into Summer Jam
Paul Bearer walking with the Undertaker, Summerslam
Blood hound, I can sniff a shirt and go hunt a man
Last kill, my dawg really did it - Son of Sam
Don’t make me America’s Most Wanted Man
Understand?
Rifle that you gotta hold underhand
Except this first pick from Detroit won’t bе Cade Cunningham
Classic or slow night?
Cause glasses was so light
Wе ride around, hoodie - draw string with the bow tight
Hold it like a cop, green beam with the ghost light
Boy I get the heat in Cal zone if the dough right
It’s war tonight
I came in my walk on water Nikes
They deliver bodies kinda crazy, I can order life
You no Captain, Lieutenant - we kinda question whatcha warrin’ like
Well we brought more small soldiers than the gorgonites
It’s energy, I can tell in his eyes he won’t let it off or set it off
Besides BMF ties, honestly you hella soft
Coochie, cotton, kitty litter - I can smell em yall
Weird posture and his brows twitching - says it all
Lottery on his head, the hood’ll have a megaball
I’ll sit up and piss ‘fore I ever go and tell it all
He won’t squat on a soul, I’m telling y’all
We pushed up on real niggas, even dipped when we had t- man I can tell Cal aesthetics off
How many niggas beef with niggas from Detroit, then go to Detroit? Not plenty
That should stppped a few thousand dollars, boy it ain’t stop any
If I was from where you was from and Suge woulda- I woulda shot Jimmy
Trick said no shotguns in Detroit, cool - I took a Glock 20
It open flesh and chip bones
The temperature was brimstone
Sawed off chopper a foot, he’ll/heel stop a whip like a Flintstone
Son is a nerd
This who y’all got running ya herd?
They cost 30, we gon charge y’all a hunnid a bird
The fiends dancing in the rain, cause they wanna get served
Milk em for everything he got if Cal/cow utter/udder a word
I’m Cold hearted, when I take a nigga life when I feel the warmest
Time’ll tell who’ll tell, rule one we kill informants
Gun a Taurus, whip a Taurus
Nina with me, bitch is gorgeous
Standard hold a 16, extendo? With the chorus
Bully who? I’m usually the one who’ll stick up for us
Grant his wish, my shooter got goggles like the nigga Horace
Dump stuff
Swing them shits like nunchucks, nigga Norris
Body shot, then the body lock from the rigamortus
I hear that kid home alone
I pop up holding chrome
Next time Cal’a see ‘em/coliseum, be with an open dome
Or hold em for ransom, but that’a be my call
Fat burner to his head, a hunnid thousand Cal or he’s/calories knocked off
Since kindergarten it was glued to my hands - Elmer’s
In school I was a legend with the sword - Zelda
What do you be wearing? Puh, tacky/Pataki - Helga
John John still crawling for his glasses like Velma
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