Gucci Mane - Cali lyrics

rate me

Hook:

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uh uh uh uh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uh uh uh uh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga

OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

And I am not a rapper.

Some valleys in Cali, went from her watches to Bentley

Pop your pussy for papi, she put a break in the bust

Give up then reach her to heaven and told her act like you're pregnant

I eat boxes for breakfast

Put yo Cali not Texas, I've got a girl that could told it

And police she floated

It's when it's reach to the postal

She think it act like she blowed it

Got her connect on the open,

More power than Oprah

I got 500 OG's in, the gangsters work, don't you know it?

Man I'm always with the dope

I'm blowin the smoke

I'm tryna lock down the city and I'm a lock down the coast

And I'm El Chapo with the choppas

Knock the meat out yo tonsils

And I'm on scooter, the one going I got 20 retracted

Hook:

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)

I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)

I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)

I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga

OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali

And I am not a rapper

Money walkin in my Bentley, smoking on a pound of Cali

OG kush that's all I smoke

That blue dream bush and you can't have it

Ran off on my flow from Cali

He was doing too much camping

When bro had to work my magic

4-4-80 every rapper

Nigga that's what a pound weigh

Swag, bands and bricks of yay

10 inch blunts, we roll em up the long way

Yea, I'm smoking on that California

I got some gutter bitches, most my bitches foreign

Yea, I wake up count my money every morning

Got a house full of guests but ain't no stoves homie

We got cheap cheap prices, drug house rollin

Racks stacked to the ceiling, banks came for it

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