lu (mex) - call her lyrics
call this b-tch up
she didn’t answer
all these b-tches know that i’m handsome
black and white merk in that panda
b-tch i got a iphone not a samsung
b-tch i’m riding dirty cruising in that honda
b-tch you bout like 30 living with yo mama
blow that b-tch up like i’m chilling with osama
money longer then a f-cking anaconda
i just f-cked that girl up on my floor
8 missed calls from my mom all up on my phone
i don’t really want my mom to know
that i really be f-cking some hoes
i’m just munching on some fries
im not even gonna lie
imma f-ck that b-tch tonight
f-cking p-ssy nice and tight
b-tch i’m higher then a kite
b-tch i’m higher then a plane
b-tch i’m higher then the clouds
i’m just tryna hit the lotto
b-tch i’m high in colorado
suck my d-ck she gonna swallow
imma f-ck again tomorrow
imma chug a f-cking bottle
whippen in a monte carlo
switchen up inside the tahoe
imma go pipe me a tall hoe
mexican eating some tacos
f-cking that b-tch in the rarri
leaving that b-tch i’m not sorry
hold up b-tch you cannot guard me
imma go chill and relax
imma go hit me a dab pen
imma go f-ck me a bad b-tch
you gonna f-ck on her fat friend
eating these b-tches like pacman
i ain’t like the waiting
i ain’t got the patience
said you got that tool but all i see is you just faking
i just want the stacks, you just want the reputation
i ain’t smoking blacks, smoking dope and getting wasted
i can’t f-ck this b-tch cause my mama strict
i ain’t gonna snitch get up off my d-ck
b-tch i’m on the track you just in the pits
imma hit yo -ss but i won’t hit a b-tch
call this b-tch up
she didn’t answer
all these b-tches know that i’m handsome
black and white merk in that panda
b-tch i got a iphone not a samsung
b-tch i’m riding dirty cruising in that honda
b-tch you bout like 30 living with yo mama
blow that b-tch up like i’m chilling with osama
money longer then a f-cking anaconda
b-tch im gonna f-ck
you just outta luck
hit you with a truck
all i wear is chucks
look at me
look at my face
does it look like i give a f-ck cause you better go pick up the pace
preme and the bape
f-ck the vlone and that fake sh-t
i ain’t really with that g-y sh-t
im so drunk on the pavement
b-tch i said i want chocolate chips not no raisins
im not in baltimore but i’m feeling like a raven
cause i’m high as f-ck
all i see is polka dots
will he hit a 3 peat now he’s feeling like he’s travis scott
i’m just smoking dope but these old people they just call it pot
getting yo b-tch wetter then a bottom of a f-cking yacht
call this b-tch up
she didn’t answer
all these b-tches know that i’m handsome
black and white merk in that panda
b-tch i got a iphone not a samsung
b-tch i’m riding dirty cruising in that honda
b-tch you bout like 30 living with yo mama
blow that b-tch up like i’m chilling with osama
money longer then a f-cking anaconda
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