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lirik lagu cali$to - throwin' caution

(who’s sonni?) (yeah)
toss the digits, hit my line at six
in the cut, we rollin’ solo. i can’t find the mix (yeah)
cop the ‘rari, we gon ride the whip
all this drip, could bathe an ape
i’m gettin fly as sh~t
i’m rockin prada sh~t
sip the don, no toliver
they callin me to drop the heat
release the hottest sh~t
lean and rock the ship
face a raw, might dawg a b~tch
up the bass and drums’ll break
not talkin boutta kick

call me astley cuz i’m rollin’ in these motherf~ckin’ ricks
load a drum and get the chicken. god, we dubbin’ on these chicks
pop a molly, prolly off of something else
but not the p~ss
b~tches trippin like they take it~ take it laced
and bought their kicks

time reversing, mind~and~spinal~bursting
typa ass she throwin’ back
might just try conversing, chop it like a surgeon with the axe
java type recursion, call for shawty’s persian, burst her cat
talkin’ top sh~t, b~tch we throwin’ caution
midas surfin, tide on high
for certain, when i drop, this sh~t’ll slap
soak and light the verses, body higher persons on the track
hit dubai excursions, fly a night to purchase
back the past
talkin’ top sh~t, b~tch we throwin’ caution
risking life for all these bands, at least that boy up in his bag
zip his body up and ship him down to codes up off the map
put that prada ‘round my waist and strap the pack up by my calf
hit the cliff and swim the ‘sippi sippin’ on the cap
feel like raegan makin music, all my daw projects is cracked
but the plug~ins stay legit, took every license off a scat
told that boy if he want issues he can subscribe to my mag
state ya name and weight and height, come get this license for the gat

we be taggin’ toes and baggin’ hoes
the thrax a~blowin’
just smokin’ pots of gold, we got the clothes
the swag’s a~flowing
now the party’s hoppin’, hardly stoppin’
for a reason
jumpin’ hardy off it, sparkin’ often, every season

call me astley cuz i’m rollin’ in these motherf~ckin’ ricks
load a drum and get the chicken. god we dubbin on these chicks
pop a molly, prolly off of something else
but not the p~ss
b~tches trippin’ like they take it~ take it laced
and bought their kicks

time reversing, mind~and~spinal~bursting
typa ass she throwin’ back
might just try conversing, chop it like a surgeon with the axe
java type recursion, call for shawties persian, burst her cat
talkin’ top sh~t, b~tch we throwin’ caution
midas surfin’, tide on high
for certain, when i drop, this sh~t’ll slap
soak and light the verses, body higher persons on the track
hit dubai excursions, fly a night to purchase
back the past
talkin’ top sh~t, b~tch we throwin’ caution (who’s sonni?)

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