Lyrics:
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready,
Choppa'll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith
'Bout to roll the window down and start throwin' out
ayy, ayy)
Got you tryna live by the movie scene
You in my jacuzzi sippin' on McQueen
(Man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Call up your girls and tell
hanging niggas to death
Word, you can call us coat racks
With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning
The bitch is on the block like, he died scrambling
drinkin' nothin' that I ain't pour
I brought my own 'za, I ain't smokin' nothin' that I ain't roll
Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I
the outcome is always the Same it’s like you don’t know
My name I’m full of regret in pain Cause I know I’m not to blame
Ain’t no excuses to be made
So roll
feet
In all tongues our prayers will meet
See O witness hear the promise
Feel the voices roll down justice'
Zion calls you Zion calls you, Zion calls
Yeah they call me Michael Mol
I'm a doctor but I do my own
Yeah they call me Michael Mol
I'm a doctor but I do my own
Yeah im the black Michael
shoulder
Just to call a friend
But she don't answer
So you roll over and call again
Oh yeah you lost inside?
But nobody knows how you feel
Yeah
So how
Hmmm
Call me, baby just one more time
Imma make you mine
Call me, baby just one more time
Time, time
Call me, baby just one more time
Imma make you
I Stay on top Like an astronaut im up in space
Futuristic spittin I be steady on the money chase
I dress so spiffy all these fuckers call me Mr gates
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before
Girl I used to call you whenever
If I ever had problems I swear you'd make 'em better
But I saw you like never
On god I thought this would last
even go to my own church
Surrounded by demons on the daily
Knowing ain't nobody in the world that can save us
So I do soul-searching to find myself
In
gal
She no Dey kiss and tell
The way you Dey roll
Na you I go follow ooo
I go stand by you and you no go fall ooo
I no go break your heart with me no
Call my phone (Call my phone)
Call me up (Call me up)
Get a play and then I'm on my own
You know I'm on my grind
You know I'm on the way
You know
the life of a baller
If the money was a lady (Lady)
I would have to call her, call her (Hello)
[Verse 2]
Stop by mom's crib to get a lighter
Got the whole
The gal is phenomenal
And my hustle game rock and roll
Baby girl got the style dripping sauce
You can hate it or love it
Tweet it or Call
Tweet it or Call
on baby, won't you give it one more chance
I'm so worn down by this rock and roll romance
I'm so tired of the things you do
I'm sick of all your bullshit
Yeah And when you feeling low ill be here to call you
Yeah And when you feeling low ill be here to call you
Yeah and if you feeling low ill be here
From my demons to yours
I hope they wishing you well
I call on the lord
The devil is willing
My angles are fighting to kill
She tryna save the day
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit' my shit off safety - for niggas that been hatin' me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali
a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit' my shit off safety - for niggas that been hatin' me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali
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