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summrs - my call (pain dior) lyrics

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[intro]
(mingo haha)

[verse 1]
yeah, real n+gga sticking to the code (ooh)
i bought fendi, prada, b+tch, h+ll nah i ain’t goin’ broke
rich n+ggas on a private jet and a b+tch in the back doin’ coke
if a n+gga get outta line, no disrespect, we cuttin’ off his throat

[chorus]
f+ck it, we up in the hemi (hemi)
f+ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?] (f+ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?])
i might just air out the scene with the semi (yeah)
got a fifty round in this hoe and that drac’ got a extended
i put prada on, i’m fitted (yeah)
came in this b+tch with some shooters and we might f+ck up the whole city (f+ck up the whole city)
[verse 2]
we off ecstasy, we got molly pills, lil’ b+tch we get litty
two tone lil’ rolly (two tone lil’ rolly)
ten racks no kizzy (ten racks no kizzy)
i just lv’ed my wrist
i just lv’ed my b+tch
and i did it with no assist
[?]
i got the sticks out like topgolf
if you playin’ with me you get knocked off (yeah)
i’d rather slide with the top off
got a big bag, i’ma big dog
if the b+tch bad, i’ma show her off
i get happy as f+ck when that molly call
i can beef with no n+gga, he prolly soft
shoot out the window, b+tch microsoft

[chorus]
f+ck it, we up in the hemi (hemi)
f+ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?] (f+ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?])
i might just air out the scene with the semi (yeah)
got a fifty round in this hoe and that drac’ got a extended
i put prada on, i’m fitted (yeah)
came in this b+tch with some shooters and we might f+ck up the whole city (f+ck up the whole city)

[verse 3]
n+gga tell me whats the point of clutching, you ain’t shootin’ sh+t (mmhmm)
tell me what’s the point of cuffing, i already f+cked the b+tch (i’m tryna cuff her)
you know that lil’ hoe’ll get kicked out if she ain’t suckin’ d+ck (you know)
you know that my brother gon’ shoot for me, yeah type sh+t (know that my brother)
i pour up some drank and i hop on the mic and i talk my sh+t (sh+t, yeah)
got exotic drugs, got exotic hoes, got exotic whips (got exotic whips)
gimme fifty racks, a hunnid racks, i’ma make it flip (make it flips)
if the b+tch don’t act right, she get pink slipped (she get cut off)
[outro]
she get cut off
i got a hunnid racks, b+tch i [?]
b+tch talking all that sh+t and then they fall off
i get you knocked off, thats my call, oh



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