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letra de calling - housprty

[verse 1 — beat #1]
f-ck n-gga rockin’ supreme, that old ass drip
n-gga got a gen 4, that’s a old ass clip
go and tell that lil’ b-tch that i walk wit’ a limp
i might shoot up the trap, arp on my hip
yeah, i got some d-mn dough then i went on a trip
yeah, i got some d-mn bread then i went on a trip
yeah, that b-tch give me head then i motherf-ckin’ dip
yo, n-gga, this real deal tec’ what i sip
yo, n-gga, this real deal tec’ what i sip
yo, n-gga, this real deal tec’ what i sip

[verse 2 — beat #2]
yo, i smoke green like boston, yuh
coupe had a brain then i lost it, yuh
bad hoe wet like faucet, yuh
margiela my motherf-ckin’ closet, yuh
you gotta take some prеcautions, yuh
f-ck on wit’ all of that stallin’
don’t want your number, i will not be calling, yuh
i feel like 30, i’m balling
yеah, i’m a real n-gga, shot calling, yuh
hunnid grand, do it often
yo—yo, i had put my heart up for an auction
h-ll nah, i ain’t have no d-mn key but i’m locked in
oh yeah, all these n-ggas be copy kakashi
on god, i just pull my d-ck out and she mop me
okay, all these n-ggas be copy kakashi
[verse 3 — beat #1]
yo, i get rich as a hobby
n-ggas cap, they be talking bout they got you
boy, i know that these n-ggas don’t got me
i come through and i motherf-cking spot you
boy, gon head say yo prayers, like god please
n-gga, i’ll k!ll myself before you pop me
b-tch ass n-gga, take a fl!ck, paparazzi
i was like 11 doing some oxy
who tryna tell on they brothers? like not me
walk in that b-tch with my clique and a shotty
n-gga, since when did you go up so hollywood?
yo, f-ck on yo sister, i prolly—
crying
that’s how you know that the molly good
i brought that motherf-ckin’ fye to yo hood
boy, don’t you even try lie to yo brothers

[verse #4 – beat #2]
yo, boy, you the type to just lie on yo mama
i got rich and had to hide the commas
f-ck n-ggas talm’ bout “you buyin’ me sum?”
bad ass b-tch tryna ride me sum
where is the x? did you hide it?
yeah, i’m in that motherf-ckin’ whip and i’m flyin’
i’m off that motherf-ckin’ pill and i’m dying
i’m on this motherf-ckin’ beat, i ain’t trying
i want this motherf-ckin’ beat, and i’m sliding
i’m feelin’ nauseous, od on my kind
n-ggas see me and they see dollar signs
you gon’ get pregnant from all of that ridin’
i’m sippin’ drank, yeah, i feel like lil shine
i’m in the pocket, i feel like matt ryan
i hit a l!ck in this b-tch, i’m like yeah

- housprty

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