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letra de one missed call - chuuwee

[voicemail]
please enter your p-ssword, then press pound
you have one new voice message. new message:

[chuuwee]
let’s see what shorty talking about one time, yo

[into: voice on answering machine]
ayo, this n-gga had a castle with a diamond crested, diamond lexus, diamond monte with them dos s’s; double x sh-t
threw some diesel on his ex b-tch, (?) keep the molly laying on the dresser
so i suggest we play the full court, throw the pressure
(?) on the outside, no one can catch us
paint his motherf-cking pillow case red ketchup
so if you with me pick your cell up and check your message

[verse 1: chuuwee]
as you can see when i awoke i had a voicemail, the voice low as h-ll
shorty had to forward it to me before the story tell
i said is that my n-gga james from the (inaudible)?
nah, them my n-ggas, them the folks man, what the h-ll
my home girl gave me the scoop and i hung up the cell
hopped in the coupe and scooped my n-gga rel
went up the way and got my n-gga twan
straight down the lane to get my n-gga jay
he had a .40 and a loaded k
head to them n-ggas complex, ran in the foyer
turn this gated community into first 48
looked through the resident card, room 240a
“ay, go shut off the power and block the hallways”
walking up a flight of these stairs, he went the hard way
loaded, finna roll on these n-ggas, protect my dog man
real sh-t, every man has his dog day
top of the stairs and guess who the f-ck i saw? it was my old b-tch
shooting up some cream like “oh sh-t”
smelling like p-ssy and alcohol on some hoe sh-t
looked at me and tried to hide her face, this some cold sh-t
sn-tched her by the collar like “who the f-ck do you roll with?”
no time
looked around, loaded up my glock .4
right outside the door like this is why she had knocked for
we ain’t even knock, went right in, lights out
some n-gga must have came from behind the door, pulled a knife out
all i heard was gunshots, clutching at a stab wound
i heard another blast, someone crying for they life now
a man yelled “pipe down”
i heard a chick voice, a cl1ck-cl1ck noise
the room flashed like a lighthouse
i tried to hit the kitchen wall
crawled, took the knife out
reached into my coat, colt .45 nite owl
closed eyes, screamed to my n-gga “hit the lights now!”
bang, i hit the wrong thing, what a night now
i shot the wrong person
what’s worse is that i’m caught between my homie and a he-rs-
rock in a hard place ‘cuz this lonely -ss skirt
the loneliest -ss wh0r- tried to throw me in the dirt
she said that i was absent and she really wasn’t having it
she ain’t know i had this bad b-tch that had an accent
lured me to the crib with that voicemail cr-p
knew i was a hothead and i would show up at his pad quick
and she lived upstairs, her name catherine
i used to have that back bend
i shot her on an accident
and after that, this is how it happened
i was screaming ran toward her, got shot at with the magnum
hit me in the back, felt my heart have a spasm
turn around, d-mn, it’s my n-gga james and my last b-tch
she said “any last words?” while he laughed
closed my left eye, spit blood and mumbled
“i’ll be back b-tch”

- chuuwee

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