don toliver – on call lyrics
[intro]
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[chorus: don toliver]
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
[verse one: don toliver]
now what i told you girl
go get the bag and make that money
shake that -ss and keep it comin’
set it up, gon’ take some
now what i told you girl
if he got a question, i don’t know
he might be feds, and i ain’t goin’
undercover lying, you ain’t even know
now what i told you girl
go get the bag, stack it up
too much -ss, back it up
go get the coupe, and wrap it up
now what i told you girl
if he on the phone, then he callin’ law
you better run, and make a haul
you better sn-tch the bag and all
see i’m on aim, with precision
i ain’t gon’ lie, i got vision
yeah, i got dope, in the kitchen
book a hotel, when i’m whippin’
[chorus: don toliver]
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
[verse two: dice soho]
i got a freaky sh-t boss b-tch
got her own money she can talk sh-t
chest still jumpin’ like a mosh pit
bentley truck, f-ck with the top whip
pop sh-t, my watch lit
so cold, i got sick
diamonds hit hard like [?] twins
ninth grade recs in my cargo pants
rodeo on a tuesday
you don’t even know da amount i spent
free my dawgs, hit a l!ck for a mil’
bust it down with all my friends
all my hoes got my name on their body
tryna turn a maserati to a bugatti
made ’em learn to stretch like they’re doin’ pilates
choppin’ down trees and i don’t know karate
just got off the phone with [?]
smokin’ with scotty
h-ll yeah, the packs finally landed
god d-mn, i’m feelin’ real jolly
we got drugs, we got bottles
we the life of the party
[?] on my drip, and that ain’t hearty
and my n-ggas smoke like bob marley
[chorus: don toliver]
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
got p’s on call i hit that l!ck
i got a b-tch that’s fine as sh-t
she pullin’ up to juug the hit
come with the bag and come split
don’t worry ’bout nothin’ it’s counterfeit
he has the chance, finesse the b-tch
move with no evidence
just call me if he tests sh-t
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