Calamari
(You livin lavish nigga)
(I love the hills)
Yeah
Never told her I'm sorry
I'm eating calamari
Kicking shit feel like I'm Bobby Wasabi
Too many hoes they all on my body
Whatever I sell your bitch wanna buy it
Run up on me, somebody done tried it
Spitting right off the top, I do not write it
You hand me the joint but you ain't even light it
Yeah, yeah
I feel like Poseidon
I got a stick like a trident
Yeah, My pockets they need a diet
Going fast with my hand on her private
Yeah, You cannot handle the climate
You want that bitch but I'm getting behind it
Yeah, I roll up I'm not even high yet
She gave me feelings but I'm gonna hide it
Yeah
They tryna do me wrong
I had a threesome they hated each other but I made the dumb bitches get along
If I can't find the money that I need I get in my bag and I'm gon bring it home
Walked out the mall and I got some Balenci I'm putting it on before I get home
Yeah, yeah
Never told her I'm sorry
I'm eating calamari
Kicking shit feel like I'm Bobby Wasabi
Too many hoes they all on my body
Whatever I sell your bitch wanna buy it
Run up on me, somebody done tried it
Spitting right off the top, I do not write it
You hand me the joint but you ain't even light it
Yeah, yeah
I feel like Poseidon
I got a stick like a trident
Yeah, My pockets they need a diet
Going fast with my hand on her private
Yeah, You cannot handle the climate
You want that bitch but I'm getting behind it
Yeah, I roll up I'm not even high yet
She gave me feelings but I'm gonna hide it
(I love the hills)
Yeah
Never told her I'm sorry
I'm eating calamari
Kicking shit feel like I'm Bobby Wasabi
Too many hoes they all on my body
Whatever I sell your bitch wanna buy it
Run up on me, somebody done tried it
Spitting right off the top, I do not write it
You hand me the joint but you ain't even light it
Yeah, yeah
I feel like Poseidon
I got a stick like a trident
Yeah, My pockets they need a diet
Going fast with my hand on her private
Yeah, You cannot handle the climate
You want that bitch but I'm getting behind it
Yeah, I roll up I'm not even high yet
She gave me feelings but I'm gonna hide it
Yeah
They tryna do me wrong
I had a threesome they hated each other but I made the dumb bitches get along
If I can't find the money that I need I get in my bag and I'm gon bring it home
Walked out the mall and I got some Balenci I'm putting it on before I get home
Yeah, yeah
Never told her I'm sorry
I'm eating calamari
Kicking shit feel like I'm Bobby Wasabi
Too many hoes they all on my body
Whatever I sell your bitch wanna buy it
Run up on me, somebody done tried it
Spitting right off the top, I do not write it
You hand me the joint but you ain't even light it
Yeah, yeah
I feel like Poseidon
I got a stick like a trident
Yeah, My pockets they need a diet
Going fast with my hand on her private
Yeah, You cannot handle the climate
You want that bitch but I'm getting behind it
Yeah, I roll up I'm not even high yet
She gave me feelings but I'm gonna hide it
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Writer(s): Marcus Adams
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