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letra de callin - dj charlie b

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[intro: duvy]
(ayo, ashton c)
whole lotta f-ck sh-t going on
staying away, chasin’ a bag, for real
(beezee)
(lg)
oh-ah, okay, okay

[chorus: duvy]
we made a better livin’ from the trench livin’
we was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens, and we all scalin’
i was out there grindin’ by myself, it don’t stop
blamin’ gang for murder then talkin’, it’s nonstop
fast car, new ice, racks long
and i always be murder, we don’t answer too much phone calls
bling, money coming, bling
my murder callin’ in
ain’t chose this life, you always wonder why we sin
[verse 1: duvy]
we lost some friends, turned to revenge
when you go through tough sh-t, hope you never bend
tryna stay away but then she keep on coming to a n-gga, like the devil’s working
wanna rock and roll with me? have one in the head with you, we get high
tough love, i hold on
new racks, racks long
i be buying fly sh-t, still be spendin’ all the money
riches, that six-hundred in these cupboards, this is real muddy
run off with that pack, ain’t coming back
i send your b-tch to one of my dawgs, she ain’t coming back
but my lil’ n-gga bust your head for some new balencies
f-ck around, hit up paris then the island and sh-t
f-ck around, hit a hoe, poppin’ tags, amiri’s
ashing dead guys on two-thousand jeans
we still in the trench, we still duckin’ feds
my lil’ n-gga got a ciggy on your ass

[chorus: duvy]
we made a better livin’ from the trench livin’
we was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens, and we all scalin’
i was out there grindin’ by myself, it don’t stop
blamin’ gang for murder then talkin’, it’s nonstop
fast car, new ice, racks long
and i always be murder, we don’t answer too much phone calls
bling, money coming, bling
my murder callin’ in
ain’t chose this life, you always wonder why we sin
[verse 2: duvy]
’cause it was h-ll
fell in love with the stick
they be tryna blackball me, the game is rigged
what you gon’ do without paper if you ain’t have it, you take it
i know i’m doing something, i got me a lot of haters
we be on some, go on, money callin’
see you in the morning
we want some louis and valentino
let’s go to eat
came a long way but i got deeper in the streets, murder callin’
why do they sleep on me when i seen them n-ggas yawnin’
now it’s dior runners just to throw out garbage, you dig that?
i’m all in, finessin’, stack it up ’cause i had nothing, i was honest

[chorus: duvy]
we made a better livin’ from the trench livin’
we was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens, and we all scalin’
i was out there grindin’ by myself, it don’t stop
blamin’ gang for murder then talkin’, it’s nonstop
fast car, new ice, racks long
and i always be murder, we don’t answer too much phone calls
bling, money coming, bling
my murder callin’ in
ain’t chose this life, you always wonder why we sin
[outro: dj charlie b]
i’m never ashamed to where i come from, you feel me?
the streets made me who i am
streets can make me work harder every single day
’cause you never wanna go back there
like it really just brought the hustle out of me, you know what i’m saying?
i don’t think i’d be working this hard if i didn’t come from the streets
you know i always wanna evolve and just bring the people with me that deserve it

- dj charlie b

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