Shawty
I ain't ever been I fool
We in Calabasas but I steady
Keep that tool aye
Had a show out in Lenox
I gotta meet you 2 AM
Hope it ain't too late to text it
I gotta
Keep them bros at distance
Cuz if they loved me like they say there
Would be no competition aye
I mean there's no competition
I look around I see nobody
On my level or near it
I gotta
Ride around by my lonely
To all of my shows
Dont need security
I'm solid I stick to the pole
Gotta stick to the code
I made a promise to my
Momma that won't sell my soul
I gotta keep it
Diamonds on my neck
And on my wrist aye
Shawty where I'm from
This ain't shit
It's colder den a bitch
How come you
Don't get designer fits
You throw a whole fit
Baby I just been on my shit
But not a whole shift
Baby I did this on my own
I write my own shit
Baby I juss get it and go
I need a whole ticket
Yea I need a whole ticket
Thought my niggas was down
I see they wasn't with it
Baby I juss been on my own for long minute
Baby I don't need you at all
It's hard to catch feelings
Aye but imma try it doe
Baby how you eating all my
But you on a diet doe
Oh you nasty
Oh oh you nasty
When we in public
You keep that shit classy
But at the brib
I be in that shit splashing
Girl you say love me
But oh baby you gassin
Semi tucked inside the
Rolls in Calabasas
Baby if you say that
You want gotta have it
Baby you don't gotta
Look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Don't even look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Baby I'm the man
Know I ball
Out in Saks Fifth
Baby I can make you a star
You wanna match fits
Money plus the power
And cars I add it up quick
Couldn't get no one to
Stay down when I ain't have shit
But now I'm having
And I don't know what to do wit it
So give you racks and hit the mall
What you gon do w it
Beat it up, any where
We in the pool w it
And ion gotta push that work no
More I was in school w it
But it's whatever
It is
What it was
And we
Don't really trip
Bout them tens or them ones no mo
We really having
It is what was fasho
Really wish she woulda
Stayed down make it hurt some more
Danavy - Calabasas Lyrics
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Shawty
I ain't ever been I fool
We in Calabasas but I steady
Keep that tool aye
Had a show out in Lenox
I gotta meet you 2 AM
Hope it ain't too late to text it
I gotta
Keep them bros at distance
Cuz if they loved me like they say there
Would be no competition aye
I mean there's no competition
I look around I see nobody
On my level or near it
I gotta
Ride around by my lonely
To all of my shows
Dont need security
I'm solid I stick to the pole
Gotta stick to the code
I made a promise to my
Momma that won't sell my soul
I gotta keep it
Diamonds on my neck
And on my wrist aye
Shawty where I'm from
This ain't shit
It's colder den a bitch
How come you
Don't get designer fits
You throw a whole fit
Baby I just been on my shit
But not a whole shift
Baby I did this on my own
I write my own shit
Baby I juss get it and go
I need a whole ticket
Yea I need a whole ticket
Thought my niggas was down
I see they wasn't with it
Baby I juss been on my own for long minute
Baby I don't need you at all
It's hard to catch feelings
Aye but imma try it doe
Baby how you eating all my
But you on a diet doe
Oh you nasty
Oh oh you nasty
When we in public
You keep that shit classy
But at the brib
I be in that shit splashing
Girl you say love me
But oh baby you gassin
Semi tucked inside the
Rolls in Calabasas
Baby if you say that
You want gotta have it
Baby you don't gotta
Look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Don't even look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Baby I'm the man
Know I ball
Out in Saks Fifth
Baby I can make you a star
You wanna match fits
Money plus the power
And cars I add it up quick
Couldn't get no one to
Stay down when I ain't have shit
But now I'm having
And I don't know what to do wit it
So give you racks and hit the mall
What you gon do w it
Beat it up, any where
We in the pool w it
And ion gotta push that work no
More I was in school w it
But it's whatever
It is
What it was
And we
Don't really trip
Bout them tens or them ones no mo
We really having
It is what was fasho
Really wish she woulda
Stayed down make it hurt some more
I ain't ever been I fool
We in Calabasas but I steady
Keep that tool aye
Had a show out in Lenox
I gotta meet you 2 AM
Hope it ain't too late to text it
I gotta
Keep them bros at distance
Cuz if they loved me like they say there
Would be no competition aye
I mean there's no competition
I look around I see nobody
On my level or near it
I gotta
Ride around by my lonely
To all of my shows
Dont need security
I'm solid I stick to the pole
Gotta stick to the code
I made a promise to my
Momma that won't sell my soul
I gotta keep it
Diamonds on my neck
And on my wrist aye
Shawty where I'm from
This ain't shit
It's colder den a bitch
How come you
Don't get designer fits
You throw a whole fit
Baby I just been on my shit
But not a whole shift
Baby I did this on my own
I write my own shit
Baby I juss get it and go
I need a whole ticket
Yea I need a whole ticket
Thought my niggas was down
I see they wasn't with it
Baby I juss been on my own for long minute
Baby I don't need you at all
It's hard to catch feelings
Aye but imma try it doe
Baby how you eating all my
But you on a diet doe
Oh you nasty
Oh oh you nasty
When we in public
You keep that shit classy
But at the brib
I be in that shit splashing
Girl you say love me
But oh baby you gassin
Semi tucked inside the
Rolls in Calabasas
Baby if you say that
You want gotta have it
Baby you don't gotta
Look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Don't even look at the price
Gone head and grab it
Aye
Baby I'm the man
Know I ball
Out in Saks Fifth
Baby I can make you a star
You wanna match fits
Money plus the power
And cars I add it up quick
Couldn't get no one to
Stay down when I ain't have shit
But now I'm having
And I don't know what to do wit it
So give you racks and hit the mall
What you gon do w it
Beat it up, any where
We in the pool w it
And ion gotta push that work no
More I was in school w it
But it's whatever
It is
What it was
And we
Don't really trip
Bout them tens or them ones no mo
We really having
It is what was fasho
Really wish she woulda
Stayed down make it hurt some more
Writer: William Johnson
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