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Motorola Video (MV)




Performed By: Calboy
Length: 1:55
Written by: Calvin Woods




Calboy - Motorola Lyrics
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I had some problems with sleep because I had to fight with them demons, ayy
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it, ayy, ayy
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy
Came a long way from the robbing and stealing and hopping in steelies

That's the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, that's what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the hell hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn't tell though (tell though)
'Til I speak about the shit that I dwell alone
Cut a check from rapping, now I'm tryna flip a elbow

Keep that .30 with me, I can't go like that, no, hell no
When I pop outside, I got that strap with me, no Velcro
Made some bad decisions so I bet you hope I fail, ho
It's a lot of shit I witnessed, swear to god I never tell though
You be talking that talk, my broadie shoot his face for rent
Ayy, might bend ya block and send some shots, I pray he never miss
Pray they gon' free Solo out the cell, 'cause he innocent
Got the footage when my homie died, felt like I witnessed it
That 300 flip, I'm tryna get a grip
Did 100 in that Hellcat, I ain't crash the whip
Ayy, twelve behind me, then I'm blasting, I ain't stashing shit
Ayy, all my life boy, I been trapping, stacking chips

I had some problems with sleep because I had to fight with them demons, ayy
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it, ayy
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy
Came a long way from the robbing and stealing and hopping in steelies

That's the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, that's what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the hell hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn't tell though (tell though)
'Til I speak about the shit that I dwell alone
Cut a check from rapping, now I'm tryna flip a elbow
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I had some problems with sleep because I had to fight with them demons, ayy
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it, ayy, ayy
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy
Came a long way from the robbing and stealing and hopping in steelies

That's the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, that's what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the hell hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn't tell though (tell though)
'Til I speak about the shit that I dwell alone
Cut a check from rapping, now I'm tryna flip a elbow

Keep that .30 with me, I can't go like that, no, hell no
When I pop outside, I got that strap with me, no Velcro
Made some bad decisions so I bet you hope I fail, ho
It's a lot of shit I witnessed, swear to god I never tell though
You be talking that talk, my broadie shoot his face for rent
Ayy, might bend ya block and send some shots, I pray he never miss
Pray they gon' free Solo out the cell, 'cause he innocent
Got the footage when my homie died, felt like I witnessed it
That 300 flip, I'm tryna get a grip
Did 100 in that Hellcat, I ain't crash the whip
Ayy, twelve behind me, then I'm blasting, I ain't stashing shit
Ayy, all my life boy, I been trapping, stacking chips

I had some problems with sleep because I had to fight with them demons, ayy
Told my bitch she gotta love me, she gotta f*ck me like she mean it, ayy
Put my right hand up in public 'cause I got my left on my nina, ayy
Came a long way from the robbing and stealing and hopping in steelies

That's the Motorola, we was trapping in the streets (yeah)
That's the sound of Rugers, we was clapping all this heat (yeah, yeah)
Put a four in a two liter, that's what we be calling lean
And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me
I came from the hell hole
Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose)
Got a broken heart, you probably couldn't tell though (tell though)
'Til I speak about the shit that I dwell alone
Cut a check from rapping, now I'm tryna flip a elbow
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Writer: Calvin Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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