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letra de call 911 - okwick

[intro]
(huh, bow wow)
(that’s my spark!)

[hook]
okay, somebody call 911
b-tch don’t got a license to be grippin’ on my gun, yea
mixing herb and spices, i got grabba in my blunt, yea
b-tch we in the wild, stash the cash in a hut, yea
i got a extended mag, yea
hold a hundred-fifty sticks
and that boy gon’ die tryin’
we gon’ flip him like some bricks

[verse 1]
ha, yea
and your girl want a fl!ck
and she gon’ take the blame after i nut on her-
top slatt, b-tch
okay, somebody call 911
yea, this b-tch want my name
i want buns, yea
your man a door kn-b, yea
go ‘head ring the bell
i want h-ll, i got sh-lls, i got-
hunnid-thousand ways to die
tell me, tell me, where you lie
okay, somebody call
[hook]
okay, somebody call 911
b-tch don’t got a license to be grippin’ on my gun, yea
mixing herb and spices, i got grabba in my blunt, yea
b-tch we in the wild, stash the cash in a hut, yea
i got a extended mag, yea
i light you up

[verse 2]
i could break your sh-t with my legs gone
i could chase a bag if i had no arms
okay, somebody called a top floor god
keep that rocket on me, ‘case i needa take off

[hook]
okay, somebody call 911
b-tch don’t got a license to be grippin’ on my gun, yea
mixing herb and spices, i got grabba in my blunt, yea
b-tch we in the wild, stash the cash in a hut, yea

- okwick

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