California by Tavis Foster Lyrics
[Verse]
Got caught, you was cheating
Well how he know?
Too fake too childish like Gambino
Hit and run, homerun like Bambino
They said they love the East Side Goonies
Ha yea we know
Wrist flick
On my east side shit
Wrist so cold
Caught a cold now I’m sick
Chick so thick
Jackrabbit when I hit
Yuh
E God whole Squad in this bitch like
Money make her dance
Fuck 20s throw singles
She ain’t into cash
Fuck her raw don’t mingle
Bring her home, Bust her open while I play singles
She bad bitch, Gave her number yelled bingo
Rawr, XD in this bitch
Kill-cam, double XP Never miss
Making time for me always changing up her shifts
I never leave but trust I will dip don’t tests me
Drop Mixtapes do a show like next week
Backstage hoes stay screaming baby reck me
Walk inside the building they don’t even fucking check me
Take a girl to dinner, she don’t suck dick check please!
(Straight Straight)
Savage
Never trust a bitch if she way below average
Bitch don’t know me
She call me Travis
I know she love me
She is an addict
New sheets, Face down make her eat the fabric
I’m a straight animal
I let her have it
I’m straight criminal
When we do the nasty
When I’m up In It she call me daddy
(Ya)
Face fuck on limp
Strap 30 clip
Even a milf
Can take the dick
Make Turn around, Break it down and I cop a feel
I Rap for real
I Stay with drill
I Came to kill
I Beat it down
Then she make a meal
Part of the deal
I Do not squeal
I get real tipsy then I do not feel it
Big nutter
Go fast , Burn rubber
Lady lova
Full on Blood sucka
From the 704 To the 702
So tell me baby what you wanna do
Rap like water
Flow Murda'
Beat killa'
Father
To rapper's mothers
Taken by cologne
Rapper in the zone
One more hit I’m gone
Never comin' home
I just want the dome
Higher echelon
I won’t live that long
Tight schedule
I don’t answer phone
They just wanna bone
She’ll steady moan
Flying like a drone
Hitting while she prone
Godfather mode
Micheal coleone
Bitch I’m Raw !!
Got caught, you was cheating
Well how he know?
Too fake too childish like Gambino
Hit and run, homerun like Bambino
They said they love the East Side Goonies
Ha yea we know
Wrist flick
On my east side shit
Wrist so cold
Caught a cold now I’m sick
Chick so thick
Jackrabbit when I hit
Yuh
E God whole Squad in this bitch like
Money make her dance
Fuck 20s throw singles
She ain’t into cash
Fuck her raw don’t mingle
Bring her home, Bust her open while I play singles
She bad bitch, Gave her number yelled bingo
Rawr, XD in this bitch
Kill-cam, double XP Never miss
Making time for me always changing up her shifts
I never leave but trust I will dip don’t tests me
Drop Mixtapes do a show like next week
Backstage hoes stay screaming baby reck me
Walk inside the building they don’t even fucking check me
Take a girl to dinner, she don’t suck dick check please!
(Straight Straight)
Savage
Never trust a bitch if she way below average
Bitch don’t know me
She call me Travis
I know she love me
She is an addict
New sheets, Face down make her eat the fabric
I’m a straight animal
I let her have it
I’m straight criminal
When we do the nasty
When I’m up In It she call me daddy
(Ya)
Face fuck on limp
Strap 30 clip
Even a milf
Can take the dick
Make Turn around, Break it down and I cop a feel
I Rap for real
I Stay with drill
I Came to kill
I Beat it down
Then she make a meal
Part of the deal
I Do not squeal
I get real tipsy then I do not feel it
Big nutter
Go fast , Burn rubber
Lady lova
Full on Blood sucka
From the 704 To the 702
So tell me baby what you wanna do
Rap like water
Flow Murda'
Beat killa'
Father
To rapper's mothers
Taken by cologne
Rapper in the zone
One more hit I’m gone
Never comin' home
I just want the dome
Higher echelon
I won’t live that long
Tight schedule
I don’t answer phone
They just wanna bone
She’ll steady moan
Flying like a drone
Hitting while she prone
Godfather mode
Micheal coleone
Bitch I’m Raw !!