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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb A. Cameron
Caleb A. Cameron
Songwriter

Lyrics

I done see it all
The writings on the wall
Hold up take a flick
I'm standing in his yard
I been in the mall
Blowing hunnids
I get it all
Hoe just be my peace
Why its always sum wrong?
I still hit it raw
I still smell like weed
I'll still be here tomorrow
Get you smoked by Ed Reed
Get you smoked by Ed Reed
My homie crazy like AB
Money coming in and it's automatic
(Automatic)
I promise that you don't have this fabric
(You aint have this fabric)
Diamonds hit like a heart attack
(Like a heart attack)
I love the way that she arch her back
And she love the way I grab her throat
Dripelly got me so high
I feel like jumping off the ropes
I'm just tryna vibe
Spoil all my folks
Hop up in my ride
Lemme show you how fast it go
Who knew leather could be so soft?
It feel like angel butt
You thought I had feelings
You must be smoking angel dust
I don't know your name
No homie you cannot hang with us
Shawty wanna wear my chain
I said, girl you did not pay for this
And there ain't no pay me back
I'm just snatching souls now
Remember she ain't hit me back?
And now she out her clothes now
Funny how you get some racks
And now they want to hold it down
Well, now I make the cast
So I'll kick you off my show now
Kick back with my hoe now
Big backwood I blow down
Got me in my zone now
Get up when it goes down
Get up when it goes down
Written by: Caleb A. Cameron
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