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letra de phone call - velow

[intro]
ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, brr

[verse]
i drip sauce, i’m swaggin’
it’s smoke up in the ride, what happen?
mama asked me where i got his money from
sorry, mama, i was trappin’, yeah
i be in the club, n-gga, no id
and i brought my heat, yeah
love in the club, might leave with a freak
n-ggas can’t be me, yeah
bad lil’ b-tch snuck a [?][:27] in, she want my attention
i don’t even give them the attention
ridin’ in the ‘rari out tinted
she wanted to get to know me
b-tch, i want the p-ssy not a friendship
i ain’t pullin’ over for the police
thеy ask a lot of questions
and i don’t really like to answеr questions
i ain’t ‘posed to be drivin’
don’t even got my license
i’m swervin’ like i ain’t gon’ arrested, yeah
i get whatever i want
b-tch, i do whatever i want
i heard my ex is your main now
i still hit whenever i want
i don’t really care to front, n-gga
really i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga
i do whatever i want
i been that n-gga from the jump
one point five on some new shoes
i don’t you, ho, who you?
shorty said he wanna meet the gang
act right, b-tch, imight introduce you
you look like a becky so i call you becky
i make your daddy ashamed
i go on a date with her
but i cannot stay with her, i got to jump on a plane, uh
they proud of me
all of my teachers in class [?][1:22] doubted me
i ain’t have nothin’, my n-ggas can vouch for me
now i’m stage and these b-tches surroundin’ me, yeah
i can’t have no fake n-gga ’round me at all, that my number one policy, man
come get it from me if you want it for cheap and you need some good quality, n-gga
smokin’ on broccoli, n-gga
used to treat me like a kid, now she toppin’ me, n-gga
funny how life go, it’s funny i’m stuntin’ on all these n-ggas, yeah
i flew in from the south
couple bands sittin’ at my house
[?][1:51] and some motherf-ckin’ money
two things i could never live without
spanish b-tches waitin’ at the tele’
all the them hoes got names i can’t pr-nounce
hit the bank like, “let me take out twenty
yes, you heard me right, i need it now”
who the f-ck is you n-ggas? i ain’t even know y’all
you gon’ take what from me? glizzy gon’ expose y’all
i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch, try me, i’ll show y’all
all you n-ggas [?][2:10], oh, yeah
i don’t need no b-tch whippin’ up a snowball
i ain’t with that ho sh-t, you play with me i’m on y’all
i had a couple close calls, in and out with my dogs
if i want you out of here just gotta make a phone call
i just gotta make a phone call
if i want you out of here just gotta make a phone call (b-tch, what? b-tch, baow)
[outro]
gang, gang
gang, gang
don’t play with me, yeah
you better not play with me, yeah
yeah, yeah

- velow

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