Na$ty Matt - Calling Me ft. B-Town | Текст песни

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• Calling Me ft. B-Town

What the lick read
Plug me in
Money in the bank
I'm cashin' in
Keep a bad bitch
Everyday of the week
Finesse my fuckin' plug
Front that shit for free
She like to snort the blow
Off my pinky finger
She like to roll with me
Play with my banger
She tryna meet the world
Think that she's Topanga
Girl don't talk to strangers
You should know I'm danger
Don't try to whore me
Ain't nothing petty
Keep a black machete
In my box Chevy
Might pull up clean
Might pour up codiene
Might turn to Scream
Ghostface Halloween
I'm already dead
Nan motherfucker can take me off
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater
I was Neversoft
And I can't take a loss
I can take that bitch
Take her to the Mariott

These hoes keep calling me
Tell their ass probably
But these licks keep calling me
That's what I'm tryna hit honestly

Me and Matt back at it
Like a fucking crack addict
When ya niggas start to front
Man they been backstabbin'
And my face black maskin'
Robbin Jack Rabbit
Finessin' the bad habit
Took your drugs, I had to grab it
And the money I see it
Young nigga you know I had to have
Young niggas wrecking havoc
They stay strapped up with them gadgets
You'll get touched like a tablet
Bullets stick to you like magic
Blowin' fire like a dragon
And ya hoe I just might dab it
Bad attitude but her pussy is fantastic
Stay strapped with elastic
Give good brain
I had to pass her
This is true, you can ask her
2 cellphones, you keep on callin'
I do not answer
Nigga I go casper
And on the daily
Get the pack for dirt cheap
Tell him I ain't got no money
Then take his pack for free
Had to get him on nigga
During the Kentucky Derby
The licks been callin' nigga
Since I was thirteen

These hoes keep calling me
Tell their ass probably
But these licks keep calling me
That's what I'm tryna hit honestly

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