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Calboy – Motorola Lyrics

Motorola By Calboy

I had some problems with sleep ’cause I had to fight with them demons
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta fuck me like she mean it, hey, hey
Put my right hand up in public ’cause I got my left on my nina
Came a long way from robbing and stealing and hopping in [?]

That’s the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (Yeah)
That’s the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (Yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, thats what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the [?]
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn’t tell though (Tell though)
‘Till I speak about the shit that I do [?] alone
Cut a check for rapping, now I’m tryna flip a elbow

Keep that .30 with me, I can’t go like that, no hell no
When I pop outside, I got that strap with me, no velcro
Made some bad decisions so I bet you hope I fail, hoe
It’s a lot of shit I witnessed, swear to god I never tell though
You be talking that talk, my broadie shoot his face for rent
[?] might bend ya block and send some shots, I pray he never miss
Pray they gon’ free [?] out the cell, cause he innocent
Got the footage when my homie died, felt like I witnessed it
300 flip, I’m tryna get a grip
Did 100 in that hellcat, I ain’t crash the whip
Ayy, twelve behind me, then I’m blasting, I ain’t stashing shit
Ayy, all my life boy, I been trapping, stacking chips

I had some problems with sleep cause I had to fight with them demons
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta fuck me like she mean it, hey, hey
Put my right hand up in public cause I got my left on my nina
Came a long way from robbing and stealing and hopping in [?]

That’s the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (Yeah)
That’s the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (Yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, thats what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the [?]
Flew out to cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn’t tell though (Tell though)
‘Till I speak about the shit that I do [?] alone
Cut a check for rapping, now I’m tryna flip a elbow