Lyrics Sky The Dog – Caliber | New Today Lyrics

And i spurn the motherfuckers eager to eat my sperm
Oh yes i put you to the test and then i grade that curve
Bros ‘bating backs, quarter/half, how absurd (but say what?)
How many pussy fuckers will i turn

Because yeah, i be the fun from the 651
And you know i need a lover when the day is done
So let’s experiment with all the ways of making you cum
Is it the figurе of the fingers or the flick of thе tongue?

You find me smoking on a faggot while i soak in the sun
Then i see you wanna bum, but did you catch that pun hun?
You think you’re cocky, can you cock that gun? no
So deep in your esophagus is where i cum

And i expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber (now let’s go)

I be a stickler, i betcha cum quicker
I know just how to pick ’em
Cardiac attack i sack ’em in the first down
Motherfuckers moving the chains scoring touchdowns
What a pain in the brain just like a migraine

I say “let ’em crash!”
You pretending that you worried ’bout the aftermath
Fuck a filly willy-nilly, ooh, big hit smash
Boy i bet you’re feeling silly on the puff puff pass

But i pass up the offer, i’m protective of my coffer
If you’re peaking it’s easy, for the rest its rough
If you’re sneaking it’s sleazy but the offer is up
Because the tough get going when the going get tough

So if he’s a better looker then you get more buff
And if he’s a-been a-lookin’ then you strut your stuff
But if he’s a better cooker then you’re plain out of luck
Cuz if you took a look you’d bring it back cuz once ain’t enough

Now like a fuckin’ fantasy he’s suddenly getting me cuffed
If you getting the doe, you really making a buck?
Are you buff in the rough or are you rough in the buff?
Well grab a handle, i’ll dismantle you in the back of my truck

And i expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step up boy let’s go

Now let’s skip the flirting
Let’s skip the twerking
Imma oil you up like haliburton
Let’s close the curtains
Take off your shirt, drop your skirt
Now let’s get to work

(can i get that?)
(now let’s get to work)
(shake yourself)
(now work yourself)

Skip the flirting, skip the twerking, let’s–

(house)

Skip the flirting, skip the twerking, let’s dance

(can i get that?)
(can i get that caliber?)

You’re a bright kiddo
Bro ditto
Smoking white widow

You’re a bright kiddo
Bro ditto
Smoking white widow

You wanna be that keynote
But you’re smoking sour diesel
And there’s nothing on your easel

You’re a bright kiddo
Bro ditto
Smoking white willow bro ditto smoking white widow
(laughs)

Smoking white widow, white widow

You’re a bright kiddo
Bro ditto
Smoking white widow
(you’re one bright kiddo)

I expect you to step to my caliber
And yep i whip it back like i work for her
And yep ya boy liable to act absurd
Guess this young pup not yet been learned

Ok you see a lovely lady wanna giver her a go
But then her favorite position is a ceo
Well mine’s a tight end baby on the down down low
So if you’re racking up a racket imma sack it

If you’re packing, no slacking, that’s tacky, you wacky
Horny motherfuckers come in, on, and at me
And i love it when the tsa pat me
Yo i don’t really give a fuck about passing

Yo i ate the last of the brownies before i landed at dulles
So high, i don’t remember customs (yeah tell me)
I heard you like it when i act that bad
Well too bad, imma be the best you ever had

And i expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber
I expect you to step to my caliber

I expect you to step to my caliber