Cal - Birthday lyrics

Published

0 253 0

Cal - Birthday lyrics

Knocked up a lot of b**hes under the sun I'm the solo, the uno, the god damn one Tampon done, i love u bloody in a garbage Everything i see's a demolition and your carnage Corner of morriss connectin to partridge She blows me like an n64 cartridge Shaped like a controller when i ain't sober Cause when I'm drinkin i'll invite any b**h over Tag her like I'm spray painting, they hatin Give em a hell of a time like a watch for satan I'm like peyton either manning or walter Best f**ing man i ain't talkin' no alter Insult her let know she's replaced Juiced up 22 old yankees ace Face it u ain't as big as my traps homie When i freestyle i get daps bride Slowly i drive i ain't in a rush f** ya b**h twice and i keep it on the hush hush Whats writers block i got that hard cider co*k And my loads gonna be the apple of her eye Ask why she's pa**ed bi, a lesbo Just wants to eat the carpet from the get go Admit bro u ain't a challenger or on my calibur Im cold like cal a burrrr Get it you f**ing loser? Kevin nash all my b**hes i just straight big boot her Then do a zooter and a vodka shooter I manuever sharp like a razor ridin like a razor scooter In her pooper like feces, ya boy no beastie But i do be a beast see As i display this way morning night or mid day You are sloppay as little kid play b**h stay in the kitchen or doing my laundry You saw those snap chats "oh you caught me" Of those other hoes tits Other dude would be like "oh sh**" But f**ing not me im co*ky Hoes always on my co*k when they on e Bigger then papi, nothin can stop me Insane as faygo and insane clown posse Pop me a zanex ill make ur man an ex Trippin on acid lsd special effects Kettle one in my system, b**hes i fist em Never kiss em, cause they all victims Reppin machouse chillin on clinton I've been f**ed up since president clinton Pick in which ho I'm gonna stick my dick in Playin with her p**y while your finger lickin Tastin my old nut from fillin the whole s*ut She nods yes never a no or what In her bu*t like a rectal thermometer So big she thought how a tower got in her Poppin her milk dud drinkin a 40 of bud Hangin with my buds and rollin up buds Yeah we thugs when we wanna be And all these other dudes are machouse wanna-be's

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.