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Calendar (feat. JWAY)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell X Nyers
Mitchell X Nyers
Songwriter
Jordan Batie
Jordan Batie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MXN
MXN
Producer

Lyrics

Keep a double cup on my person case we pouring up Might step in Margielas just tell you get yo paper up Drippin like the faucet, DWP done wet me up I got a couple niggas due dates up in my calendar They said I carry purses but these shits is messengers Used to smoke them woods til they got turned into a parking lot Fear of God be draped up on me, only fear God So if they run up on me, only one of us gon feel sod They couldn't double cross me even with Jamal Crawford Bitches tryna give me claws, but I ain't talking eating lobster Bathing ape up in this bitch, I turned into a monster Ask me who I am, I'm just that nigga with the rocket launcher I'm that nigga, hit the booth and make it go wild Might hit the 314 with Sexy Redd and go to pound town I know I look young, but nigga I ain't Bow Wow I'm Pat Mahomes when throwing bows, you know I'll get a touchdown Keep a double cup on my person case we pouring up Might step in Margielas just tell you get yo paper up Drippin like the faucet, DWP done wet me up I got a couple niggas due dates up in my calendar They said I carry purses but these shits is messengers Used to smoke them woods til they got turned into a parking lot Fear of God be draped up on me, only fear God So if they run up on me, only one of us gon feel sod Bitch I be throwin dimes like Daryl Lamonica Got a couple bad bitches down in Santa Monica I be countin big bucks like the Warren Buffett do You can stay hatin but all my money blue Yeah watch how the money come through Ooh ooh Watch how the check through Keep a double cup on my person case we pouring up Might step in Margielas just tell you get yo paper up Drippin like the faucet, DWP done wet me up I got a couple niggas due dates up in my calendar They said I carry purses but these shits is messengers Used to smoke them woods til they got turned into a parking lot Fear of God be draped up on me, only fear God So if they run up on me, only one of us gon feel sod
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