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Calm B Down - Glokk40Spaz
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Calm B Down Glokk40Spaz

Calm B Down - Glokk40Spaz
[Intro]
Mhhh, uh, mhhh, yeah

[Verse]
I’ll give a hunnid to my lil shooter
I’ll give a hunnid to myself I ain’t got a damn shooter
I’ll shoot it myself I don't beef on computers
They died tryna buy more gas fuck a shooter, finna pull up
Wait, all my pockets fat just like Buddha (uh)
I be kicking doors with this stick nigga I ain’t boot up
Shawty tammat, ‘only pop half a xan’ nigga better boot up
Whoa said it’s time to slide yeen gotta suit up
Aye, come here, bitch, had to flat beat 'em
I had to spin the block just like a noodle
Why it’s always me, I gotta always take the damn chance
Chance after chance, nigga I’ll take all my charges
Every time I hop on a beat, the police called for arson
Wack bih’ wit that stick, I said hold up get gnarly
Beat that boy ass, kept the boy bacardi
You play wit' lil kyra, on god, then I'm gon' off 'em
Want smoke with any gang it ain’t no stopping
I’m having fun I ain’t got no license, nigga why the fuck am I driving?
All the bitches that I used to fuck on, (ou), I got all them hoes spying
Talm bout the opps nigga kill em all, I don't give a fuck if they dyin’
Baby let’s go, I’m tryna fuck you in private
Big backwoods, I’m telling ya they giant
Cut that check ‘fore I get his ass wore like nike
I with the band, we got sticks, drums, guitar, nigga let’s go
GL4, fucked two bitches the night before
Then go rock out a show, I’m baby whoa
Nigga I’m the only Oso
I just had dreams I was popping lights, nigga I'll never grow
Imma put 30 shots in this Glock just for Sumo
Bitch I care for you tried to take me from this damn life, bitch you is a hoe
Nigga, you is a lame nigga, we can meet nigga, no show
Locked up with some poor niggas mad at me cause I bust door
7.6 shit Mafioso
Bitch I ain’t mean to let ya down, bitch, I gotta make my Capo proud
DK said he been getting hoes round, shit ain’t nothing I’ll move the whole pound
This shit ain’t nothing I’ll fade yo ass down
I’m from the east, these niggas from a small ass town
I can’t talk to you, baby, gotta calm that shit down
Mama I’m finna have a kid, I know you don’t like how that sound
Lil BJ can’t trust nobody, same day he got put down
Lil B gonna have to bust somebody damn, i gotta calm him down
Nigga I mean that bitch ain’t mine, she walked through the swoop I found her
Lil bro went In store getting backwoods off the counter
DK, he ridin', let's go get that bounty
Prescribe drugs and all this shit got me drowsy
This Glock got a kick it's just like Ronda Rousey
Twin bought a wind package
I was locked up two niggas, wasn't nun'
You’ll forever be broke, nigga shit ain’t gon change
I see through the lies nigga stop all that hating, uh, huh
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