Lamar Carnivore - Calvin Cambridge

Big baller summer & I think I’m Cal Cambridge
Pull up with a 30 & like Curry boy I can’t miss
Bad bitch on me & I think she speaking Spanglish
Money talk I’m fucking with the language
Yeah we on gang shit
Know a couple homies on that same shit
Summer time moving with the gangstas
Baby girl I’m dangerous
Put you in a coupe now we racing
Ain’t no other nigga on my wavelength
Old bitches hating
Plus my old friends yeah they changing
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
And I’m outside
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
Fuck it niggas still gonna slide
I come from less so I gotta do more
It is what it is I ain’t tryna die poor
Now I’m courtside & I’m peacing up LeBron
I had floor seats when I was sleeping on the floor
And that’s true shit
This ain’t on some new shit
Bitch I thought you knew this
You ain’t call me back so you ain’t climbing in the new 6 series
Grew up in the inner city
Listened to Tha Carter III and now bitch I want a milli
Or a billi while my viddies get a billion views
Bad bitch chilling with me sip Azul & 42
I’m boiling in the summer you might see me on the news
Heatstroke leads to poking so don’t be confused
It’s a big baller summer & I think I’m Cal Cambridge
Pull up with a 30 & like Curry boy I can’t miss
Bad bitch on me & I think she speaking Spanglish
Money talk I’m fucking with the language
Yeah we on gang shit
Know a couple homies on that same shit
Summer time moving with the gangstas
Baby girl I’m dangerous
Put you in a coupe now we racing
Ain’t no other nigga on my wavelength
Old bitches hating
Plus my old friends yeah they changing
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
And I’m outside
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
Fuck it niggas still gonna slide
And it’s hot outside
You niggas not outside
She be with her girls
I be with my guys
What’s the facts what’s the links
Cop a half & it stink
Skating on this ice
Both my wrists look like a rink
She wet like the titanic
ima make this ship sink
Ask if that’s real fur
I’m like baby what you think
ASPCA my coats
I be saving all my minks
Niggas tryna steal the sound
Radio just sound like jinx
Out in Coney Island
Boardwalk catching hommies
Shoot him in the sand
Niggas catching beach bodies
Running on the track
Tell a mf time me
Running on the track
Tell a mf sign me
Big baller summer & I think I’m Cal Cambridge
Pull up with a 30 & like Curry boy I can’t miss
Bad bitch on me & I think she speaking Spanglish
Money talk I’m fucking with the language
Yeah we on gang shit
Know a couple homies on that same shit
Summer time moving with the gangstas
Baby girl I’m dangerous
Put you in a coupe now we racing
Ain’t no other nigga on my wavelength
Old bitches hating
Plus my old friends yeah they changing
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
And I’m outside
Damn I know this summer gon’ be crazy
Fuck it niggas still gonna slide

Written by:
Lamar Leacock

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