CALIFORNIA/EXIT

Lyrics
[Intro] Send me your address, I'm tryna pull up to the mornin' (Oh, oh, oh) Nothin' left for me in California but water Send me your address, I'm tryna pull up to the mornin' Nothin' left for me in Cali- [Chorus] I get in my feelings when I'm poured up (splash) Send me your address, I'm tryna pull up to the mornin' There's nothin' left for me in California I was everywhere before I said I'm a performer If that's you leavin' clothes, I'm getting warmer (come here) I make shawty sweat me like a sauna, I'm on her You can call me anytime you wanna (come here) Pull up on you rollin' purple ganja, the bomb [Verse 1] This is new me, fuck the old me Fuck my homie and now she wanna know me Bitch, don't call me, no, text only Pull up on me, text back shortly Small world, all her girlfriends know me She keeps sayin' she the plug, well, show me 4:30 in the mornin', oh my lonely Pull up on me, blow smoke only All blowed up, you look like a trophy That's why I always be sendin' him emojis Stayin' low-key, gotta keep it low-key I'm amazed how you play like you don't know me Keepin' low-key, gotta keep it low-key I've been livin' low-key, I keep it OG I hear you be on pipe like Dauphin I got coke keys, kilo gram coke keys [Chorus] I get in my feelings when I'm poured up (splash) Send me your address, I'm tryna pull up to the mornin' There's nothin' left for me in California I was everywhere before I said I'm a performer If that's you leavin' clothes, I'm getting warmer (come here) I make shawty sweat me like a sauna, I'm on her You can call me anytime you wanna (come here) Pull up on you rollin' purple ganja, the bomb [Verse 2] There's nothin' left for me in California, but water Nothin' left for me and other bitches but some drama Nothin' left, got everything I needed and wanted Just facin' purple ganja, on face with my lil' mama I make shawty sweat me like a sauna, I'm on it I want it when I wake up in the mornin', I'm nauseous Wake up to you early in the mornin', I'm on her She kiss me like she tryna make my jaw hurt, she awesome Nothin' left for me in California but drama These niggas extra sick I'm gettin' on, now they on one Tryna pay attention to my karma, she crawl up When you least expectin' I can call her a star her I think I might die of marijuana, I'm on her Every week I smoke a pound of ganja, on mamas There's nothin' left for me but to keep comin', keep flossin' Sometimes I feel like God when I'm on one, I'm on one [Outro] I get in my feelings when I'm poured up Send me your address, I'm tryna pull up to the mornin' There's nothin' left for me in California I was everywhere before I said I'm a performer I make shawty sweat me like a sauna, I'm on her You can call me anytime you wanna
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- Writers
- Chuuwee