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dj charlie b - callin lyrics

[intro: duvy]
(ayo, ashton c)
whole lotta f+ck sh+t going on
staying away, chasin’ a bag, for real
(beezee)
(lg)
oh+ah, okay, okay

[chorus: duvy]
we made a better livin’ from the trench livin’
we was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens, and we all scalin’
i was out there grindin’ by myself, it don’t stop
blamin’ gang for murder then talkin’, it’s nonstop
fast car, new ice, racks long
and i always be murder, we don’t answer too much phone calls
bling, money coming, bling
my murder callin’ in
ain’t chose this life, you always wonder why we sin
[verse 1: duvy]
we lost some friends, turned to revenge
when you go through tough sh+t, hope you never bend
tryna stay away but then she keep on coming to a n+gga, like the devil’s working
wanna rock and roll with me? have one in the head with you, we get high
tough love, i hold on
new racks, racks long
i be buying fly sh+t, still be spendin’ all the money
riches, that six+hundred in these cupboards, this is real muddy
run off with that pack, ain’t coming back
i send your b+tch to one of my dawgs, she ain’t coming back
but my lil’ n+gga bust your head for some new balencies
f+ck around, hit up paris then the island and sh+t
f+ck around, hit a hoe, poppin’ tags, amiri’s
ashing dead guys on two+thousand jeans
we still in the trench, we still duckin’ feds
my lil’ n+gga got a ciggy on your ass

[chorus: duvy]
we made a better livin’ from the trench livin’
we was in dirty bandos, dirty kitchens, and we all scalin’
i was out there grindin’ by myself, it don’t stop
blamin’ gang for murder then talkin’, it’s nonstop
fast car, new ice, racks long
and i always be murder, we don’t answer too much phone calls
bling, money coming, bling
my murder callin’ in
ain’t chose this life, you always wonder why we sin
[verse 2: duvy]
’cause it was h+ll
fell in love with the stick
they be tryna blackball me, the game is rigged
what you gon’ do without paper if you ain’t have it, you take it
i know i’m doing something, i got me a lot of haters
we be on some, go on, money callin’
see you in the morning
we want some louis and valentino
let’s go to eat
came a long way but i got deeper in the streets, murder callin’
why do they sleep on me when i seen them n+ggas yawnin’
now it’s dior runners just to throw out garbage, you dig that?
i’m all in, finessin’, stack it up ’cause i had nothing, i was honest

- dj charlie b lyrics

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