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x4 & hbk jachi - call it off lyrics

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[chorus: x4]
hmm, popped his top and made his head fall off (hmm)
we took three in hits and call this beef off (f+ck that)
i could tell he a rat how he talk (you’re a rat)
he always wearin’ a gold chain with the cross (that’s a camera)
popped a perc’ and now he think he play golf (tiger woods)
that n+gga never tryna get involved
told the b+tch get on her knees, i don’t talk (get on your knees)
how the f+ck he just throwed it all?

[verse 1: x4]
how the f+ck he just throwed it all?
how the f+ck i had thirty phase in the halls?
remember when your b+tch gave me top in a stall?
if i want this block swept, i just make one call
bounce out in broad day and risk it all
ridin’ with a crash dummy, he gon’ risk it all
i just f+cked a b+tch, we ain’t kiss at all
i read that black and white, my crip ain’t snitch at all
n+gga tried to hide, but we found him
i just f+cked a b+tch, her p+ssy d+mn near drowned me
should’ve mind your business, why you tell the whole thing?
how you kissin’ on a b+tch that be f+ckin’ on the team?

[chorus: x4]
hmm, popped his top and made his head fall off (hmm)
we took three in hits and call this beef off (f+ck that)
i could tell he a rat how he talk (you’re a rat)
he always wearin’ a gold chain with the cross (that’s a camera)
popped a perc’ and now he think he play golf (tiger woods)
that n+gga never tryna get involved
told the b+tch get on her knees, i don’t talk (get on your knees)
how the f+ck he just throwed it all?
[verse 2: hbk jachi]
how the f+ck he turned into a boss?
how the f+ck we get all of these hoes up in the loft?
cuffin’ on that lil’ rap b+tch, you knowin’ she got tossed
you can say i paved the way, bass kept section 8
he ain’t walked up on him, made the chop beat just like an 808
i be there in a heartbeat if it’s a money play
i watched n+ggas take the broke route, i went the other way
i be willin’ with the soap opera, no real amount to stay
run it up like andale, y’all n+ggas made nothin’ today
“d+mn, i wanna be just like you”, somethin’ my son’d stay
before i buy up all the ‘bows, i had to put some more funds away
n+ggas out here movin’ too slime, can’t put the guns away

[chorus: x4]
hmm, popped his top and made his head fall off (hmm)
we took three in hits and call this beef off (f+ck that)
i could tell he a rat how he talk (you’re a rat)
he always wearin’ a gold chain with the cross (that’s a camera)
popped a perc’ and now he think he play golf (tiger woods)
that n+gga never tryna get involved
told the b+tch get on her knees, i don’t talk (get on your knees)
how the f+ck he just throwed it all?



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