Calm Down
Cole Myer, Yung Grady
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You put yo ma fuckin head on my shoulders Bring me yo bitch and I’m bending her over I got the strap with me like I’m a solider Go to the moon, now Cole Myer go solar Parents all Jews but I don’t eat no kosher baby won’t love me, I don’t need no closer though around me better watch your composure you is a pussy you gotta be bolder My music gone blow up with Xanman, my g I got the feature that shit wasn’t free I said free Colin and now my mans free I cut the beat, the best things come in three I master locks and my dick is the key I just want honey but who do you be Marni on Marni on Marni on Marni on Marni on Marni on Marni on me Call up Cole Myer Walk down feel like I’m Michael Myers My side bitch keep tryna slash my tires Street n***a we came from the trenches Call up school, perc 30 itching Cartier frames, I look like a hipster Bitch keep falling in love, she a simp I feel like a pimp, my bitch call me mister I ain’t Craig, yeah I keep my stick out the drawer Real street n***a, pulled in like a power cord Call the white plug, what you call me a coward for? Put it in her mouth like a sour straw Kick door, move, we open the back door You bitch on her knees, like we shooting hollow We bring that smoke to your ass like max flow Greatest plug, holy macro Xanman, Cole Myer, Yung Grady, yeah. we up in the DMV Put my dick in that bitch like a DVD Broke ass boy you smoking on CBD Carry a big ass stick it go BBB Been with that shit since a kid, I got heaters on me She suck like a vacuum, a cleaner on me And he said he gone pull up, yeah f*ck it let’s see Repping this shit, yeah I come from the 540 Pull up in foreigns like my dog Fivio Told Cole turn it up, like we talking about audio Hit the bitch from the back, made the bitch wanna slop me though I can not stand a hoe, I can not stand a man Xanman, pull up in straps, Afghanistan We finna pull up on him, we be after him I am just laughing bitch I put my dick in her mouth and it aches like a cavity Rookie of the year, yeah I just wanna accolade Pour up the lean and I mix with the minute made Since I popped a xanny I swear I ain’t been the same I popped an acid so I can not go to sleep And I dropped her off cause that bitch don’t mean shit to me She suck my dick, little bitch you can’t kiss on me We is just history, we just outside chilling with mafia south side Homicide, skrt off the land but don’t stop at the stop sign I’m selling gas, hit me up for the top line Forty yard dash from the cops at the combine Doing this white and it look like a chock line Pull up, an automatic, it’s a carbine She that she love me, I told her to calm down I can do what I want and I know she gone come round I’m not a runner, i sprint to the meet Only time I’m a track star, when I eat Zach and Cody, ima chill on a suite gone for a minute, I still bring the heat You can try me, but I swear you don’t wanna Broke ass lil boy riding round in the Honda In the court room, shut the f*ck up, your honor died on the street, Rest In Peace, that’s the karma I could go harder, but I just don’t wanna This rap shit is easy, when bitches cause drama I’m stacking my bread, saving every damn dollar Muhamad Ali riding round on a llama I’m in the tropics, I flew to Bahamas Just checked on my bank and I’m looking at commas Your girl is so gross that I think I might vomit I left that bitch scarred, yeah I’m causing your trauma I’m getting high, we smoke on marijuana I’m not in a band but shout-out to nirvana These girls wanting me, I’m tryna f*ck on Madonna I only get hotter, spit heat like I’m lava I want a bad little thing who’s Latino Your dick is so little, in Spanish, pequeño I liked a girl, but she moved, Puerto Rico I got the 40 tucked in my tuxedo We turnt in the club, taking shots of tequila This girl is so bad, and she ride like a cheetah Once I am I done she done ask where's the visa Lil Tecca was right, she gone scream like a diva Run around, rip n dip, don’t even skateboard I fucked your girl, but I don’t even date whore Burj Khalifa, Dubai on the eighth floor I’m blowing up, start to feel like the trench war I was a freshmen, get nice with the sophomore If her boyfriend getting mad then he’s done for Standing ovation when I close for encore If she gets herpes, I swear it’s a cold sore I could keep going but I gotta keep score I am so greedy, I’m always gone want more Chasing the bag, take it right out the front drawer You is a monster, little bitch you a folklore
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