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ben reyn - call lyrics

(chorus, ben reyn)

(ben reyn hopped in the cut)
(beni)
(yeah, yeah, oh)
talking not at all (not at all)
you can’t get my call
you can’t get my text (yea)
b-tch dont send it off
ima run it back
like 100 yards
ima run the score
its gon give you scars
i can’t p-ss the torch (yea)
i can’t p-ss you off (yea)
i got toxic traits, (ooh) they be rubbing off
(ooooooh)
they be rubbing off (they be rubbin off, the be rubbin off)

(verse 1, ben reyn)
they be rubbing off, think it is the sauce
doin this sh-t like nothing i could do a toss
this a have you rappers, feeling like a boss
i got sticky fingers, like i’m randy moss
(bluh, bluh, bluh)
tryna get my paper like i’m rock ross (huh, huh)
i am the end of all the rappers i’m the big boss (huh,huh)
eyes gonna look so crazy, they gon look criss cross (criss,cross)
seen yo show, seen a weak crowd, know they wanna big mosh

(verse 2, jay beni)
got the stock in my sock, (what) but this not no rerock
lil b-tch, tryna f-ck, told her i just want the top
and these n-ggas they some hoes (f-ck em)
ima sweep em off the block, (pew, pew, pew)
all my shooters, really shooters
dont pumpfake with the rock (kobe)
in the uber, i maneuver (what)
i’m sipping too much wok
and these n-ggas only hating, (f-ck em) they see us at the top
get this money fast, (money) hit the gas, look the dash
i need money bags (zoom)
all these oppers acting friendly, i can’t f-ck with that (no)
f-ck a b-tch, with my b-tch, cause she into that (hoe)
after shows we got a party, you can’t get in that (no)
i get money then i spend it, then i (wait)
i get money, i get money, then i spend it, then i get it back
she a dime ima bring her back (back)
told her drop it fast, she got lotta -ss
i got money, ima spend it, then i (wait)
i get money, i get money, then i spend it

(chorus, ben reyn)
talking not at all (not at all)
you can’t get my call
you can’t get my text (yea)
b-tch dont send it off
ima run it back
like 100 yards
ima run the score
its gon give you scars
i can’t p-ss the torch (yea)
i can’t p-ss you off (yea)
i got toxic traits, (ooh) they be rubbing off
(oooooh)
yea, they be rubbing off

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