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letra de no caller id - cole myer

my money stand tall, it’s about tall as a llama
i run up with glocks and i bust in my oppas
pull up no caller id when i call him
i’ve talked with the spirit, i’m whipping the choppa
b-tch on my d-ck, how you ride like a mazda, she said cause i’m daddy but i’m not your father
sipping on lean, what you thought this was vodka
i’m gone as f-ck, yeah, i’m blastin’ like baja
cole myer told me come hop on that album, we only make bangers but b-tch don’t doubt it

hand on my d-ck, not a pistol, a magnum but i got the strap 22 like i’m adam
hit from the back and i give her back spasms, barely can breathe from the gas like it’s asthma
pull up poppy like i’m tory lanez broke as f-ck, you can’t afford a thing
and yo b-tch wet as f-ck i be snorkeling
that hoe on my roster i pull up, i pop it
she еat me like pasta, baby like sidеs these hoes gotta lotta
i ghost her she gotta, i hit like piñata, don’t ask me that sh-t and you know that i bought it
and don’t ask if i f-ck cause when i pull up to the crib she already be dripping like she a faucet

feel like i’m drake and i nike just do it, no caller id but i didn’t mean to do it
yung grady, real dark on the album, he prove it
we been making hits, locked him up cause we stupid
i jump in the booth cause i gotta redo it
this take number two but we been on that true sh-t

no caller id, number two, ain’t gon’ move it
real dark is great, i told you i’d prove it
two girls on my iphone, didn’t pick up
i got one girl in the house in the strip club
she doing the dance, oh my god when the hips touch, hush in the room but get loud when i get dubs
up on my lungs, something feel like the hiccups
that’s just the smoke i been blowing, good stuff
i told the girl, come here, get rough
skete her then leave her, i don’t wanna get cuffed
feel like i’m toosii, i dance with a two-step blow past the opps, i said give me like two secs
i back it out, blow it out, that’s a two-steps, back it in reverse, oh my god, where the two left
you don’t really love me, you just love me when you’re wasted
loving all your skin, i only love you when you’re naked
thinking i’m the only one, how much am i hated

never even wanted me, you’re out of different faces
coming at your neck and now the consequence your face with
cole myer, number one, you’re back in way fifth, speak about the boy like i came out the matrix
count up the bands now i’m on different statements

you hated on me, so you’ll do it again
just stole your chick i’m out with her friend
i’m not your daddy, you love and depend
out with your much i might just spend

flippin’ with your whip and i love what i’m doing
calling out names and i might make a movement
i did it again, i made moves like a student
call myself chosen, but i know i’m human and your hoes to thot, or maybe not
i’m moving again when i do take the pot
i’m running down low when i do take a lot
i’m gunna got drip and i do when it’s hot

- cole myer

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