Calboy - Miseducation (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Calboy - Miseducation (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm
rolling up (Ayy, rolling up)
We was living way too fast but we ain't
know enough (Ain't know enough)
Might have to get him off the path,
if he try to slow me up
And I got this glizzy in this
bag, boy, I might blow you
up (Might blow you up)
And there's more than fifty when
we slide, you know them riders
rough (Them riders rough)
If he playin' silly 'bout that
bag, then we might tie him up
Remember we was fucked up, walkin'
simply, we ain't have enough
(We ain't have enough)
We tryna get some cake, these
niggas hatin', they was mad
at us (They was mad at us)
Through the dark, hoodie on, like
I'm Trayvon (Like I'm Trayvon)
I got shooters like the hoopers in my
hood, like K. Nunn (Like K. Nunn)
Playin' victim, you know what
you did, why you play dumb?
Crazy thing, my niggas knew about
it, they ain't say nothin'
(They ain't say nothin')
This Percocet gon' get
me higher (Higher)
I go to sleep and get to talkin'
to Lerayah (Lerayah)
She said, "Relax, my brodie,
I've been sendin' my love"
You tryna kill yourself, that's
gon' result to fire
Feed your soul like Lauryn
Hill and some Wyclef
Pray to the Lord, he give
me guidance and the right
steps (The right steps)
My shorties wild and they
get live up in the night,
yeah (The night, yeah)
I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used
to nightmares (Feed your soul)
And I got this glizzy in this
bag, boy, I might blow you
up (I might blow you up)
If he playin' silly 'bout that
bag, then we might tie him
up (We might tie him up)
Yeah, I'm on the pill,
cut on Lauryn Hill
On the real, my G-Wag came
with six Tonka wheels
Born to kill, B-flag gang,
put that on my tears
On my Learjet airplane,
tryna pop my ears
Poppin' off'll get you popped for
real, you know you not for real
You faker than some shiny
white veneers
And if it's smoke, it's
just a fire drill
I've been lying still, in the
jungle even lions chill
I make a giant kneel
I heard Heaven need some volunteers,
that's what I've been hearin'
Hit your momma crib, like
your momma feared
From the bottom of my heart, my
heart so bottomless, baow
I'll knock your top off, son (Skrrt)
Ready or not (Ready or not), here
I come (Feed your soul)
Tunechi
We was living way too fast
but we ain't know enough
(I ain't know enough)
I know you mad at me
Them hoes, they mad
The opp, they mad
One time, they mad
Hahahaha, stay mad
Hahahaha stay mad
Woah, bah, bah, bah, payback
Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash
Yeah, stay mad
Wit' yo' hatin' ass
They mad
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