Callin

Текст песни Rozz Dyliams - Callin

Callin LyricsGame face ghetto D
Ghetto post dated
Still the most misunderstood and the most hated
The game is mine ya filthy swine I'm bout to castrate ya
Sweat the small stuff, bitch
Let the past shape ya
Let it frustrate ya, Indica bud breaker
Breaker breaker one, I just wanna get the cash paper
Rozzanomics trickle down to the obituary
If you wanna find me posted up I'm in the blast chamber
Yeah I'm pullin' out with the blueberry
Fuck you hippie I just wanna get my dick sucked
Its 2000 i need a new cherry
Got you in bitch hysteria doctor dylan bout to fill your script up
Ripped up, bout to bring the thunder, so you know it ain't no wonder you went under and your record label 261'd ya
Sometimes I sit up at night and look at the sky and wonder why am I so fi with slumpers
Why was I assigned a number
Its where I wanna be
Its what I wanna be
The money callin me
Its all I wanna see
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