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letra de call me bby j - infamous bby j

intro:

introducing the unrivalled
melbourne’s most controversial
the universal t-tle
hood bible poet
the infamous, b a b y j

let’s go, yo yo yo yo

verse 1:

it’s no secret that i rep for the west the best side homie
threats to f-ck the rest, place your bets, survivor of armed theft
street corner with gang bangers on the left
my dope-slangers on the right, westside, on the rise
sh-t b-tch i ride for life, getting high as h-ll, feeling alright
but motherf-ckers must be out tonight
for a fight, some street g’s arc up a squabble
it’s getting rowdy now the crowds start to follow
can tell loud teens hunting’ trouble
a brother’s down musta been a struggle
they got a child rocking’ nikes in a lock
it wild, better take that piece outta your sock
i see jb ’bouta whip out, a glock
we sneaker out prayin’ now ours got shot
runnin’ on foot quick and fast cause if i’m frontin’
then my -ss is gettin’ g-ssed, f-ck that
cats want me, bring two gats
i’ve proven to be immune to weak acts
seducing respect while you chasing’ plaques
of recognition, precision, so i ain’t getting jacked
for a case i caught but y’all now that
keep out my way you may get smacked

hook:

you know why
(baby jj tell me why)
do you wanna know why?
(yes j please tell me why)
why, well why?

cause you can call me bby j
dropping the music of tomorrow today
on my street slay, on my street get paid
bby j, get laid and repeat

why because you can call me bby j
simple as lil p
bby j
wish you could f-ck with me

verse 2:

yeah, too brutal on a b-tch i don’t mean to
send you too boot hill as i school you fool
dribbling mumble trickling drool
have you looking like ja rule when d12 came through
mr cobblestone came king on my own
that’s why goons wanna dethrone
your so so slow flow goes so so
i hit the track hard as you never hit no hoe
azelea would rail her
my streets would wanna wail on her
but i would rather be her owner
tie her tight when i bone her
believe me my stereotype i exceed
i absorb my life and vocalise
that’s why we share the blood that i bleed
but it seems to me you still idolise
ain’t no flunkie not time for junkies
i’m that gliding rhyming flyest honkie
with more beef than rotisserrie
133.g% street, 57kg but all meat
feel free to say j is in the house
he’s here at half past three
with the d, for your spouse, bustin
in her mouth, dripping from down south
erratic erotic action i clown about
to a point i’m manic, more logic, than logic
minus any logic, stick my soul onto a beat
my sl!ck trickery got yall like sh-t, that was sick

hook:

you know why
(baby jj tell me why)
do you wanna know why?
(yes j please tell me why)
why, well why?

cause you can call me bby j
dropping the music of tomorrow today
on my street slay, on my street get paid
bby j, get laid and repeat

why because you can call me bby j
simple as lil p
bby j
wish you could f-ck with me

verse 3:

motherf-cker ever hearda not to judge another
brother by the cover
better be feeling me g
cause you see i’m the epitomy
sh-t yeah i’m that club cat
that gym rat
say all that when my wallet fat
now suck that swallow that
y’all know the way of the west
east they all know j
fearing judgement day
all round the f-cking bay
cause ya can take the g
out of the 3023
but ya never gon’ take the csp
out of a g like me

- infamous bby j

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