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letra de one call - dke author

[intro: dke author]
(louie bandz made another one)
(dubba-aa flexin’)
don’t make me call my hitter, he a cold-blooded k!ller

[chorus: dke author]
don’t make me call my hitter, he a cold-blooded k!ller
out the trees with bananas like he a gorilla
extended clips on deck, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout boats
don’t let me catch you lackin’, p-ssy, this a slippery slope
don’t make me call my hitter, he a cold-blooded k!ller
out the trees with bananas like he a gorilla
extended clips on deck, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout boats
don’t let me catch you lackin’, p-ssy, this a slippery slope

[verse 1: dke author]
we ball like james on the court, so we shoot from the three
i’ve been that n-gga in the field, i do a quarterback sneak
and then i play him like hockey and i knock out his t–th
you gon’ drown in this water, see how long you can breathe
see, i’m allergic to a p-ssy, they be shakin’ like a rookie
when you playin’ gangster, n-gga, me and your sister playing hooky
i eat her up like a cookie, you wanna link, gotta book me
they tried to make me play ball, but this where god took me
people used to overlook me, not a k!ller, don’t push me
i ain’t running from nan’ n-gga, i’ll slide in your bush
all my loved ones, they stay close to me
and keep a thirty on my hip it’s where it’s ‘posed to be
[chorus: dke author]
don’t make me call my hitter, he a cold-blooded k!ller
out the trees with bananas like he a gorilla
extended clips on deck, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout boats
don’t let me catch you lackin’, p-ssy, this a slippery slope
don’t make me call my hitter, he a cold-blooded k!ller
out the trees with bananas like he a gorilla
extended clips on deck, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout boats
don’t let me catch you lackin’, p-ssy, this a slippery slope

[verse 2: lavish the mdk]
don’t let me catch you down bad, we gon’ bust your ass
don’t come around askin’ questions, that’s a red flag
and we don’t do none of the tweeting, we don’t get into that
i up the cutter, spittin’ bullets where your fitted at, oh, oh, yeah
they wish i lose, b-tch, they hope i fall, yeah
i break the rules, b-tch, we break the laws, yeah
i ain’t playin’ fair, we gon’ k!ll them all
just pray my shooter never get involved
don’t let me catch you down bad, we gon’ bust your ass
let me catch you down bad, we gon’ bust your ass
don’t let me catch you down bad, we gon’ bust your ass
ayy, put a bullet in his head and give the boy a toe-tag

- dke author

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