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Calmc Video (MV)




Performed By: Kraff Gad
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Tevin Randall, Musiq UK




Kraff Gad - Calmc Lyrics




Hey Boy! Hey Boy!
I feel a shot in my blood, clapped and pumped!
Eh!
Ya'll jump here!
Cheek like Brimbelly, sip Remy Meds every case steady one jelly
Good f*ck like all it's in the suite, like Barry 16
Two if you're thirsty Pambelly, send J.D. for the stemmy
Brand new berry in your face, my taste is gas
2020 Chevy pon the tool, me a senny
Make sure you're ready, chef cooking with the pot
If a boy ain't shelly!
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
Head bust like coconut
Fancy machine make gunshots so relaxed
Me no gimmicks, me no smile like Joker
Press up with trigger like me a play poker
Hands get active like soaker
Cop a whip, then we never use soaker
Me kill a dem dread, none a win us potlucks
Dem a expect a penza the pro box
Break the heavy, run up in a roadblock
Cop a swell face, something like Botox
But the boy got a prisoner's soap drop
This craft your blood, glass, smoke, crack
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
Distribute soul like Georgia stock
And dem know that, mad cause me show that
Upon the car, me a walk with a chrome glock
Left a fat boy fast with a toe tag
Send dem guy heaven just to know God
A punk dem a pussy, dem dey even know bad
Dem junks a dem feel, dem immortal
10K make a pro box portal
While dem a chase me, now dem girl choke back
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
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Hey Boy! Hey Boy!
I feel a shot in my blood, clapped and pumped!
Eh!
Ya'll jump here!
Cheek like Brimbelly, sip Remy Meds every case steady one jelly
Good f*ck like all it's in the suite, like Barry 16
Two if you're thirsty Pambelly, send J.D. for the stemmy
Brand new berry in your face, my taste is gas
2020 Chevy pon the tool, me a senny
Make sure you're ready, chef cooking with the pot
If a boy ain't shelly!
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
Head bust like coconut
Fancy machine make gunshots so relaxed
Me no gimmicks, me no smile like Joker
Press up with trigger like me a play poker
Hands get active like soaker
Cop a whip, then we never use soaker
Me kill a dem dread, none a win us potlucks
Dem a expect a penza the pro box
Break the heavy, run up in a roadblock
Cop a swell face, something like Botox
But the boy got a prisoner's soap drop
This craft your blood, glass, smoke, crack
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
Distribute soul like Georgia stock
And dem know that, mad cause me show that
Upon the car, me a walk with a chrome glock
Left a fat boy fast with a toe tag
Send dem guy heaven just to know God
A punk dem a pussy, dem dey even know bad
Dem junks a dem feel, dem immortal
10K make a pro box portal
While dem a chase me, now dem girl choke back
People are dead from your lead start
31 in I'm belly, not a quick grasp
Quiet upon the car, make it a clip talk
Got a switch pon the 9, I'm a darling dog
Boy, you go dead from the darkness start
Could a fly cross face, me no care which path
Run by hell, me a walk witchcraft
People are dead from your lead start
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Writer: Tevin Randall, Musiq UK
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