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letra de don't call me - thug addict

{beelow talking}
say bra, say bra

{thug addict}
sh-t!

{beelow}
you know who you sound like man? man hold up

{thug addict}
ahh!

{beelow}
mama, say mama come listen to this n-gga say bra
you know who you sound like?

{thug addict}
{chorus}
don’t call me, n-gga don’t call me n-gga
don’t call me no f-ckin’ mystikal!
i’ma thug rider, i’ma on fire, you don’t wanna f-ck with me
i f-ck over every mc, i f-ck over every mc
don’t call me, n-gga don’t call me n-gga don’t call me no f-ckin’ mystikal!

{thug addict}
i’m the jesse james in this rap game
i come tighter then black suprems on a n-gga head
i’m bad!, the type of n-gga f-ck with you bad!
i f-ck over ya, drown ya with yo stupid -ss!
i’m askin’, why i decided to stay state capital
bad -ss lil’ rascal, i’m that n-gga, b-tch i’m that rapper!
indosposeable, uncontrollable, i run yo -ss over
like an motherf-ckin’ bull dozer!
i told ya boy, a soldier boy!
i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ play toy
i’m that n-gga, people be talkin’ bout
boy you wrong! the coldest n-gga that you ever hear
play it on the track, like a f-kin’ guitar
i make it jingle, and glingle, and wrap it up like a wrath of terror
i can throw it and blow it, high up in the air!
i’ma super duper, lil’ trooper spit sh-t like a buger
come through the speaker like freddy krueger
die b-tch!, and do a lil’ somethin’ to ya
you know, i told you motherf-ckers from the get go!

{chorus}

{beelow}
d-mn bra, you sound just like that n-gga mystikal man

{thug addict}
man, i don’t sound like no motherf-ckin’ mystikal

{beelow}
i ain’t lyin’, say bra say that sh-t again

{thug addict}
man, i say what the f-ck i wanna say

{beelow}
man, say that sh-t again, n-gga sound just like mystikal bra
d-mn, don’t he sound just like that n-gga, let me get yo autograph

{thug addict}
i’m sick and tired of motherf-ckers lyin’
talkin’ bout i’m try’na sound like somebody
try’na get down like somebody
i’m respected highly, lyrical violent
i’m that other n-gga on the mic, hollin’
stylin’, comin’ through this motherf-cker straight up hirin’
flossin’ in the bat cave, like batman and robin!
actin’ like a man on fire!
f-ck with me n-gga, better put a bullet in yo f-ckin’ noggin!
chop, chop ya is my f-ckin’ hobby!
they bout that bullsh-t! i doubt it!
they label me a black john gotti!
n-gga, i’ma be cold when i’m 90!
whoopin’ highly, on the mic still crackin’
you ain’t heard bout me!
that mean, ya probably ain’t f-ckin’ worried bout me!
so don’t call me no other n-gga call me thug addict!

don’t call me!
don’t call me!
no f-ckin’ mystikal!
{till song finishes}

- thug addict

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