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Evv - Kaldrma Lyrics



Evv - Kaldrma Lyrics




Chrome rims hurtle over bosnian kaldrma
Eat my competition like it's mamas sarma
Or didos pastrma
Had to learn the hard way
Took me Two broken hearts
Four dull eyes
Six empty pens
Not to care to much
F*ck
Dutch oven the way that I preserve the heat
Call me james
Or Six
I don't care a bunch
Seven year old me always knew I had to build my things legos now bricks
While watching carmelo anthony hit his last game winner for the knicks
Remembrance

Majestic breakfast
With a white hall garden tee
Your bars dead
Call it Archeological finds
I'm hot
One00 degrees
I'm Consieren
Voice's god given
Presented well with a ribbon
I love that golden ducat round her neck
Cross check
Twice again
Cuz I don't know how many times I can take disrespect again
You f*cked me up
A couple of times
Step on the line
You know you crossed one
F*ck that
You know I take it
You know what the blame is
You know what the case is
You know I'd take you places
You've never seen before
I give you more
I give you more
I'm chasing to much
F*ck my feet are sore

Babyblue tiffany clockhands clicking
It's past OneTwo
Hoes be trippin
My head is overflowing
My clothing smells like success
And I ain't wearing designer
Friendly reminder
That I'm better than your favourite newcomer
With flaws that are minor
I'm just perfect
There's a brighter side
You know a part of me died the second you told me
Let's go seperate I'm sorry
I stare at the stars
Kinda remind my of the shine in your eyes
I know they be jealous
Boat ride babyblue water in venice

Yeah
I made my impression
I'm the loverboy that you want
Flowers all you want
Letters all you want
Let me be the one
I know you want me
Couple of rollies
For you and your dad
I know he wants one
For sure
Mother grew up drinking water from a lokva
Granddads suitcase packed dirty hands
His grandson 'bout to be a superstar
And shit that's facts
Bars age well
Call it greek artifacts
Whitboy suit on hand me the pen
Here sign the contract
Got love for you and the game
Till I collapse
F*ck
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Chrome rims hurtle over bosnian kaldrma
Eat my competition like it's mamas sarma
Or didos pastrma
Had to learn the hard way
Took me Two broken hearts
Four dull eyes
Six empty pens
Not to care to much
F*ck
Dutch oven the way that I preserve the heat
Call me james
Or Six
I don't care a bunch
Seven year old me always knew I had to build my things legos now bricks
While watching carmelo anthony hit his last game winner for the knicks
Remembrance

Majestic breakfast
With a white hall garden tee
Your bars dead
Call it Archeological finds
I'm hot
One00 degrees
I'm Consieren
Voice's god given
Presented well with a ribbon
I love that golden ducat round her neck
Cross check
Twice again
Cuz I don't know how many times I can take disrespect again
You f*cked me up
A couple of times
Step on the line
You know you crossed one
F*ck that
You know I take it
You know what the blame is
You know what the case is
You know I'd take you places
You've never seen before
I give you more
I give you more
I'm chasing to much
F*ck my feet are sore

Babyblue tiffany clockhands clicking
It's past OneTwo
Hoes be trippin
My head is overflowing
My clothing smells like success
And I ain't wearing designer
Friendly reminder
That I'm better than your favourite newcomer
With flaws that are minor
I'm just perfect
There's a brighter side
You know a part of me died the second you told me
Let's go seperate I'm sorry
I stare at the stars
Kinda remind my of the shine in your eyes
I know they be jealous
Boat ride babyblue water in venice

Yeah
I made my impression
I'm the loverboy that you want
Flowers all you want
Letters all you want
Let me be the one
I know you want me
Couple of rollies
For you and your dad
I know he wants one
For sure
Mother grew up drinking water from a lokva
Granddads suitcase packed dirty hands
His grandson 'bout to be a superstar
And shit that's facts
Bars age well
Call it greek artifacts
Whitboy suit on hand me the pen
Here sign the contract
Got love for you and the game
Till I collapse
F*ck
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Writer: Ervin Alibabic
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Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Ervin Alibabic

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