Calboy – Motorola Lyrics
Motorola By Calboy I had some problems with sleep ’cause I had to fight with them demons Told my b---- she gotta love me, she gotta f--- me like she mean it, hey, hey Put my right hand up in public ’cause I got my left on my nina Came a long way from robbing and stealing and hopping in [?] 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, thats what we be calling lean And I need like twenty five, if you want a verse from me I came from the [?] Flew out to Cali, might catch me on Melrose (Melrose) Got a broken heart, you probably couldn’t tell though (Tell though) ‘Till I speak about the s--- that I do [?] alone Cut a check for 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, hoe It’s a lot of s--- I witnessed, swea