Trying Me DJ Drewski (Ft. Calboy & Jay Critch)
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[Chorus: Calboy]
Don't you know what I think?
[?] them boys don't like me
I was in the back of the trap, serving J's in my white T
I got a Glock on me, don't test, I'm smoking on ivery
[?] I know he bleed like [?]
When we pull up on the block, my shooters gon score like Ivy League
I was whippin up the work in the pot in the kitchen like [?]
I can see right through him, that boy ain't [?] as he try to be
I just put a new 30 in the Glock, so there ain't no trying me
[Verse 1: Calboy]
[?] hotel, we whippin up Zack and Cody
Ain't no food on my shelf, we whippin up Ravioli
Mama told me how to flip them bails, you better focus
[?] ain't talking bout hocus pocus
I can't call you, darling, I'm too busy working
You better not call me [?]
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Calboy]
Don't you know what I think?
[?] them boys don't like me
I was in the back of the trap, serving J's in my white T
I got a Glock on me, don't test, I'm smoking on ivery
[?] I know he bleed like [?]
When we pull up on the block, my shooters gon score like Ivy League
I was whippin up the work in the pot in the kitchen like [?]
I can see right through him, that boy ain't [?] as he try to be
I just put a new 30 in the Glock, so there ain't no trying me
Don't you know what I think?
[?] them boys don't like me
I was in the back of the trap, serving J's in my white T
I got a Glock on me, don't test, I'm smoking on ivery
[?] I know he bleed like [?]
When we pull up on the block, my shooters gon score like Ivy League
I was whippin up the work in the pot in the kitchen like [?]
I can see right through him, that boy ain't [?] as he try to be
I just put a new 30 in the Glock, so there ain't no trying me
[Verse 1: Calboy]
[?] hotel, we whippin up Zack and Cody
Ain't no food on my shelf, we whippin up Ravioli
Mama told me how to flip them bails, you better focus
[?] ain't talking bout hocus pocus
I can't call you, darling, I'm too busy working
You better not call me [?]
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Calboy]
Don't you know what I think?
[?] them boys don't like me
I was in the back of the trap, serving J's in my white T
I got a Glock on me, don't test, I'm smoking on ivery
[?] I know he bleed like [?]
When we pull up on the block, my shooters gon score like Ivy League
I was whippin up the work in the pot in the kitchen like [?]
I can see right through him, that boy ain't [?] as he try to be
I just put a new 30 in the Glock, so there ain't no trying me
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