Calez - Kid Enemy Ft Julian Malone lyrics

rate me

Good morning, don’t try to ignore it

Face the music nigga you is important

I know is torturing to see me morphing

To a monster, but everything proper

By your bought bitch, on my law,

Its kill to this bitch

I done fell through the port like Jumanji and shit

Bungee jumping just as so I throw this money and it

It’s kinda funny cause I broke 2 rapping on these pro tools aha

Kicking it old school feeling is a killing

Cause we drilling the flows too

Mogul, see in your booth is what we gonna be in the future

We got, hella women, loosing the cools for us, biatch

Damn right I got, damn right they got

Pull up shitting on your swag, damn right they pot

Damn right I’m Scotty too hotty the back down

Niggas know I’m rought how I lay the fucking smackdown

Damn, most niggas raw, but here Charlie

Trying talk bombing on this shit like we real hot m’s

Swallowing my pockets on, wanna sing like I ain’t bout my bizness

But listen, I are the shitting, bitches

Ridicules, this is, colder than that slowden them fridges bitches

Hanging from my skirt, I’m like they missed it

The way I ball it’s like falium, a broad applaud

I don’t see y’all, it was a killing

Ah, when it come to this music family, I’m all one

Y’all niggas second, I’m wrecking, best to applaud bra

It’s too easy, it’s too easy

It’s just my biz to sing they calling me the new easy

The softer hizzy right, check the stizzy like

So I guess I’m spitting like I’m J. O. Easy right?

Psycho fucking kills, fuck your height bitch, I’m bout the shell

The way I hit a nigga, he would think I’m fuck in L’s

It’s getting real, whoa

Hey Zeus, we climbing the heat, rocking over the beat it’s fatal

We stalking the d, popping large dosage of way cool

Internet cause, you guessed it, no cable

No label, fuck your fooling way before April

A hunt mable, tell your nephews get off the table

I’m from the trec dues, put it one in the middle

You couldn’t hurt me a little, not even with ts skittles nigga

And rest in peace to the little youngings

And rest in peace to you little nothings

Me and my niggas rotating all the way off of you deliberate souls

Want more chaos, go ahead give it to them bro

Pick them and give it and go

Shit is so critical when I’m spitting this lyrical flow

Typical niggas be on my dick that’s a job for your own

Mind with the bro, stop when you show

Bitch I’m hot though, bout to blow up the spot go

Commit felonies raising helletics

Meddling through your pop goes

Scrimmaging to the finish we winning, you wifing bad hoes

Nah Joe, you not dope

Case closed, and set though

Slacker want higher lesson

It’s the settle rebel with the shovel

Raise the hell like the devil

Well, kells tell your fellows how they fell in the wishing well

Wait nigga, wish me well she gives me head

I’m flipping tales, bout them ducks are vicious hell

She drives me nuts I’m chip and dales

Frames doctor can’t see you niggas

You …the flows will hit you, inside your head and make you wish you

Was my … but you ain’t you a clone

Better yet a fake on them songs

Copy a great that is me and Kelsito main, hey.