Lyrics:
your memory out
What the fuck y'all want?
Daddio with the calico
Let the gat blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs
Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was coppin' dubs
a faint
Weh Frisco Kid tell dem...
How it guh?
Di Calico it ain't easy to operate
More time wi jus cool siddung ana wait
Bwoy dis..wi get wicked each
already been
[Chorus]
I got a good woman at home waitin' for me
Three little angels cute as can be
Couple of dogs and one little calico cat
When
woman just like you
My great great Grandmother
Wore a calico gown
She had a double-barreled shotgun
That she never set down
My great Grandmother
There's a plug o' chaw tebaccer for the miner in Corona
A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona
A dress o' calico for the pretty Navajo
Get along, mule,
(Assateague knee-deep in seafoam) —
Ho Swansea! Buttonwillow!
Lagunitas! Ho Calico!
And all these beastly bungalows
Stare, distend, like endless toads —
that mournful sound
Greensboro days, the leaves
are calico and brown, and
I am New York-bound
Greensboro days of endless summer
A northbound train
conception
Now what's beef ain't even a question
Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape
Flirt with death every night it's a blind date
One night stand
Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So, what the fuck
Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my
even fucking comprehend, I'm trying to but my brain cant really think
Calico go through any wall, Calico go through any tree
Like imma up the fucking
drifter[00:32.11]Have nowhere to run[00:34.48]But, into her calico arms[00:41.96]Nights on the prairie[00:44.31]Are bitterly cold[00:46.64]He lays by
days of solitude
Will teach a man a thing or two
So when I come down from this mountain top
I will sing this song for you
Calico, Calico
I'd give
the calico
Were, oh, so vast and quick as I was on my own now
And this time like every other time I believe that I never find
Another sweet little girl
protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope
shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the Calico plains
How could she hear as we laughed
On that warm
I had a train ticket longer than your pappy spit
I've been coming up for miles on the serpent swamp sword tip
Roads wine like black holes in Calico
and while away
Your time on a slow, sunny day
Woke up this morning with the sunlight in my eyes
Meadowlark a singin’ in your calico skies
Kingfisher fishin’
got a credit card ho, a scam type ho
A fraud type ho like to snort that dope
A dick suckin' pro, a calico ho
A real solid bitch out Chicago
I got
Have a sense what's gonna last
My sweet baby mine
Calico's in the woodpile
Bring her in and close the door
All the dogs just want to run
All the birds
dance for a dime
Just to get her next fix of those white lines
She was a highway woman
Fell in love with the open road
Calico Queen
Calamity Jane
Hero
What do you wear for civil war in 1844
In upstate New York?
These Indians wore Calico dresses
They were belted at the waist
Red flannel pantaloons
Luger, Brico, Beretta, Calico, Smith and Wesson
Hekkle and Kotch, Ingram 14, M16 plus mi Larson
Run go inna di church and mek me shoot you and di parson
just like you
My great-great-grandmother
Wore a calico gown
She had a double-barreled shotgun
That she never set down
My great-grandmother
Was
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