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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calboy
Calboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Composer
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Kashbeats
Kashbeats
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
I spent thousands on some jeans I never seen before
This lil' thotty calling me, but she not needed, no
And she tell me all these words that she don't mean at all
Spot oppositions, no discussions, let my Nina talk
I'm from the trenches, from the dirty, I done seen it all
Had a talk with all my soldiers, but we still at war
I got ghetto angels watching overboard
Foenem carry Dracos, leave him with a halo
We tryna get some pesos, I just wanna ball
In that Hellcat, pop out tweaking, I ain't wanna park
And I fell in love with money, drugs, and foreign cars
Put the Jakes up on a chase 'cause I ain't wanna stop
[Verse 4]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
It ain't no scraping off my plate, bitch, best go get a job
Had to sleep in that trap, better flip that shit like no tomorrow
Just fuck you, pay me, **** do anything, you won't get too far
Young boss, ****, I'm self-made, shit can't get too hard
In the Hellcat, this bitch too fast
Ay, trust that she want me, and I'm like, bitch, too bad
Ay, and I still let her roll with me, fuck around, bought the bitch two bags
Ay, I still I'm smokin' on loud, loud, I ain't hear shit you said
Ay, got a real broken heart, I ain't go no feelings, can't get too sad
I was 16, 8-Ball in my jeans, got the shit from my dad
Took a PJ when I went to LA, smoking dope when I land
Why you wanna play when I know where you stay
Where you lay your head? Yeah
[Verse 7]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
We come from that dirty, from that wild, wild
She tell me she love me, I'm like, how, how?
We stack up them Benjis, let 'em pile, pile (Yeah)
We spot oppositions, they go down, down (Yeah)
Written by: Calvin Woods, Darryl Clemons, Kevin Andre Price, Tahj Morgan
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