Calabasas Sound

This is Calabasas sound my dawg

This is Calabasas sound my dawg

Why do niggas jump inside a booth to be so dishonest
Every time I hear your shit
It sounds like a broken promise
Nat geo with it
Way my niggas tote them lamas
I don't even know shit
I just know that I'm Nostradamus
Niggas see me out in person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately, they compensate me with blood
I don't do gold and diamonds
Tell a hoe to open up her mouth because I don't open condoms
Ain't no way they'll be part of our future they go behind us
Or try to go around us
Only spending time on records I know is gone be timeless
Yeah that's my only promise
I be out in public with his hoe like I hope he find us

Yeah

Like you look like you from out of town my dawg
But this is Calabasas sound my dawg

My album about to drop
Your whole city is in a frenzy
Your album about to drop
Your whole city said it's a frisbee
I'm surviving In a tax bracket where shit is risky
Niggas trying to keep up with the jones'
We Jim and Chrissy
Now everybody in the club and we getting tipsy
Bottle bitch bought your boy a drink now I'm getting dizzy
Shorty must have slipped a Bill Cosby in the whisky
Now she naked
Earlier she told me she didn't miss me
Album of the century
They can't lie
How is TSA gone tell R. Kelly he can't fly
I tell all my hoes to stand back and stand by
Because I got my hands tied
Turning Calabasas sound into a franchise
Way too much capital to do business on land lines
When it's under 50 in the south I fly my hoe to Malibu to get tan lines

Yeah

Like you look like you from out of town my dawg
But this is Calabasas sound my dawg

Like you look like you from out of town my dawg
But this is Calabasas sound my dawg



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Wilson
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