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ele (rapper) - call back lyrics

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[ele]
look into my eyes
feel the f+cking sickness
i am the last thing
which you f+cker witness

stop the f+cking talking
i ain’t care bout your sh+t
and i swear you keep talking
but i got no time to listen to it
f+ck baked a f
sitting in the bed
people make me mad
stuff more into your mouths
capitalism for the win
money makes me fat

every step is a strat
got no time for a rat
b+tch im making money
with some gas
got a strap and i rap

got no time to sleep
im diffrent from the others
ele im the black sheep

[lord distortion]
why your f+cking shorty always up in my mentions
she ain’t really be your soul mate because
nothing is destined
shorty might be dirty so i hit with protection
yea f+ck that hoe right to a different direction

gotta couple d+mn bags that b+tch make her ass clap
pass that gas my face turn to laugh tracks
got so f+cking high i’m doing burpies, running fast laps
sharper than a knife i never leave without a gat clasped
what do i mean b+tch?
i been a reject
don’t k!ll my buzz when im feeling decent
can’t keep a secret
hollow tips eject
find where they at and shoot up the event

[ele]
not invited but i burst into the room
slay every motherf+cker
like im playing doom
i dont wanna play
please get the f+ck outta my way
b+tch its time to pay
f+cker i still dont
care what you say

tired of all this f+ckers
hey look i rap
but no one cares
cuz your sh+t is so whack
motherf+cker you supposed
to get f+cking stab

is this sh+t worth it
i dont f+cking know
thinking bout my life
while a hoe blow
just to get some snow (wow)
77 all of my homies
boutta to grow (yo)
big fat joints
in the air
out smoke you
i f+cking swear

[lord distortion]
know we get it popping when we slide up it’s a rave, d+mn
homie in his home like an emojie w the pray hands
watch out for the snakes it got me paranoid to break bread
you been getting baked w all the serpents in the snake den

gotta watch my back
keep stats on my contacts
never know who been fake from the tall grass
one more round that strap bout to c+ck back
b+tch what’s up? you ain’t really all that

[ele & lord distortion]
b+tch what’s up you ain’t really all that
seen your sheet you ain’t really on that
rest in peace you b+tches dissolve fast
cl!ck delete you ain’t get a call back

- ele rapper lyrics

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