50. Cal Lyrics – Sk3whooa
Singer: Sk3whooa
Title: 50. Cal
50. cal up, ain’t no rest
50. cal up, ain’t no rest (uh)
That’s not it, sh#t, f#ck
I say
Mask on my face, we keep this undercover (yeah)
Even though i’m a lovely captain that’s a crusher
Reload the .40 like really no other (i ain’t better)
’cause i really don’t mind like i was usher (uh-huh)
E gang is my gang, it can never be crushed
Where i am from, we just race to the dubs (grrah)
I’m forever wit’ my brothers, came from the sip it up
50. cal only had one round, i didn’t have enough (uh)
Count up the cash flow, life’s a glee-show (uh)
Wrist colder like i was namеd sub-zero (yeah)
I’ve been painting my art around likе picasso
Playing around wit’ the fakes like a guitar, no hero
Got the guns around like grand theft auto (grrah, grrah)
Just hit him 4 times, that’s enough, that’s a bingo
I’m a rockstar made, yeah, whole lotta’ lotto (uh-huh)
Endless and nameless he is, no nirvana (oh, yeah)
He’s tried to get physical, so give him a trauma
Like i’m going to blow him up like osama (him up)
Then make some changes on his looks, no obama
Then perhaps my horniness will f#ck on his baby momma’ (hey)
Making the stacks and this b#tch is following me
I’m not twitter, so b#tch, you ain’t my company
I ain’t yo’ god and my lord, these fakes be so phony
Smoke them up like thugger, stunner and stony (uh)
Mask on my face, we keep this undercover (yeah)
Even though i’m a lovely captain that’s a crusher
Reload the .40 like really no other (i ain’t better)
’cause i really don’t mind like i was usher (uh-huh) (edited)
E gang is my gang, it can never be crushed
Where i am from, we just race to the dubs (grrah)
I’m forever wit’ my brothers, came from the sip it up
50. cal only had one round, i didn’t have enough (uh)
He’s talking sh#t, send him away (send him away)
He gotta’ dip and go astray (and go astray)
.40 in my clip, extend him and take (and take)
I do not f#ck wit’ a single fake
My diamonds too realer, (uh) might look like a dealer
But that’s cap but for your b#tch? i could eat her
She’s on my line, so turn into dahmers
Really, it’s not my fault i’m a wild creature
Cartier frames ’round my ears
Gucci googles on my head, like beaker
’cause it shines too cold, igloo in here
Moncler like purple, turn it into easter
It got me feeling like mr. freezer
Winnie wit’ my honey, it’s sweeter
Shirt blood like the dance floor, (hey) no jackson
You’s a viking, i’ll attack like a saxon
Where i am from, it’s all about the action
.50 cals and the attachments, it’s young boy’s attraction (oh, oh)
Sad truth but a crazy town i am in (oh, oh)
But on the scene, i go chipmunk on m#th*rf#ck*rs like alvin (yeah, yeah)
Mask on my face, we keep this undercover (yeah)
Even though i’m a lovely captain that’s a crusher (crusher)
Reload the .40 like really no other ((i ain’t better)
’cause i really don’t mind like i was usher (yeah)
E gang is my gang, it can never be crushed
Where i am from, we just race to the dubs (to the dubs)
I’m forever wit’ my brothers, came from the sip it up (uh-uh)
50. cal only had one round, i didn’t have enough (uh)
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