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shoreline mafia - callin lyrics

[intro: fenix flexin]
ay
ay
she just keep callin’ my phone
h-llo
she just keep callin’ my phone (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
she just keep callin’ my
she just keep callin’ my-callin’ my what?
abstract g

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
she ask what i’m doin’
i’m pourin’ up
she just can’t help it but notice us
end of the night, she be hoeing up
all my n-gg-s be goin’ up
count it up runnin’ my check up
i got a pint off a check-up
finessin’ the pharmacist (finessin’ the pharmacist)
finessin’ the pharmacist
got different pills like they condoments
i be on other sh-t, and she be all on my d-ck
when you was sleeping, was on some sh-t
i need that mazzi b-tch
been through a lot of sh-t
i ain’t with that drama sh-t
you can’t dodge hollow tips
run up these bands like it’s politics (politics, d-mn)
that’s what’s goin on
i’m just-i’m just smokin’ strong
instagram n-gg-s
i see a bunch of clones
tryna f-ck your baby momma from the back
ridin’ with the reggie but the reggie’s in the back
say you need a feature
then a n-gg- needa rack
geekin’ off the molly, swear [?] runnin’ laps (runnin’ laps)
that’s what fenix on
i’m just-i’m just smokin’ strong
instagram n-gg-s
i see a bunch of clones

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
she just keep blowin’ my phone
i just keep blowin’ the smoke
she just popped up in my home
that’s that sh-t i won’t condone
she just sent my n-gg- pictures
tuned off the xan, got the hiccups
sippin’ the lean out the pitcher
she beggin’ me for a picture
i just rolled up ’bout three swishers
she said my d-ck was delicious
smokin’ on gas not no midget (gas)
smokin’ on gas not no midget (gas) (gas) (gas)
smokin’ on gas not no midget
got a double cup
popped a double stack
got two hoes then i doubled that
double the money then run it back
runnin’ these play like a runnin’ back
if i hit it once then she comin’ back
foul sh-t, ay none of that
got a new b-tch with a hunnid tats
got a hunnid clips for a hunnid rats
n-gg-s be snitches
n-gg-s be b-tches
n-gg-s, they mad cause i poured up they check and then f-cked up the digits
f-ck all the comas mane
if a n-gg- want to f-ck up on me
i’m up in them llamas mane
up in them llamas mane
ain’t wit’ all that drama mane

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