paroles de chanson Cali (feat. Young Scooter) - Gucci Mane
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
Sun
Valley
to
Cali,
went
from
huaraches
to
Bally
Pop
your
pussy
for
papi,
she
put
a
break
in
the
bust
Gave
her
three
bricks
of
the
heron
and
told
her
act
like
you're
pregnant
I
eat
roxys
for
breakfast
Plug
in
Cali
not
Texas
I've
got
a
girl
that
could
tote
it
Airport
it,
she
float
it
It's
way
less
risk
than
the
postal
She
fake
it,
act
like
she
blowed
it
Got
a
connect
on
the
open
More
power
than
Oprah
I
got
500
OG's
in
the
game,
task
force
don't
even
know
it
Man
I'm
a
wiz
with
the
dope
I'm
plug
with
the
smoke
I'm
tryna'
lock
down
the
city
then
I'mma
lock
down
the
coast
And
I'm
El
Chapo
with
the
choppas
Knock
the
meat
out
your
taco
And
I'm
in
Scooter
durango
I
got
20
rectangle
Money,
walking
in
my
Bally,
smoking
on
a
pound
of
Cali
OG
kush
that's
all
I
smoke
That
blue
dream
bullshit
you
can
have
it
Ran
off
on
my
plug
from
Cali
He
was
doing
too
much
camping
[?]
had
to
work
my
magic
Put
448
in
every
wrapper
Nigga
that's
what
a
pound
weigh
Swag,
bells
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
of
my
bitches
foreign
Yea,
I
wake
up
count
my
money
every
morning
Got
a
house
full
of
gass
but
ain't
no
stoves
homie
We
got
cheap
cheap
prices,
jug
house
rolling
Racks
stacked
to
the
ceiling,
banks
came
for
it
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