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call lester - cyraq lyrics

[intro]
i just left the store you know what i’m sayin
i’m eatin some hot fries you know what i’m sayin
a n*gga slid n*gga (we just left the store n*gga)
you know what i’m sayin
but i was dumpin though on my mama (on gang)
and i ain’t drop my chips b*tch ass n*gga (boom boom!)
boom boom boom!

[chorus]
got a big ass clip for a b*tch ass crip
walk down with a bla*blade then let it rip
trynna up from the hip, lil tay wet em up like a ship
you finna get smoked like a skimp
the 30 gymnastics who trynna get flipped
yo partna a ho i’m cyraq the pimp
the drac’ in my pants i walk with a limp
i still shot back i was eatin some chips
try to take somn’ you gon die standin
told him stay up he gon die, bet it
jump out fly you gon die landin
i’m sweet she gon eat a n*gga like some candy
wherever, whenever, get put on a stretcher
i’m flashin my money but i’m not a felxer
his face hit the flo’ on the side of his weapon
then high speed chase, i’m finna call lester
[verse]
get too close we gon dump at the law
a short n*gga bustin, that’s all that he saw
i make her eat up while she makin a call
her sister and cousin i’m f*ckin em all
and her best friend, she gave me that look
lil bro gon blow he ain’t get sh*t took
32 shots if you throw a hook
i spurred him in class cuz he threw a book
i remember them days, and now it’s okay
’em 30s or glocks, get shot in the face
don’t got us a way, imma shoot us a way
top shoota hop out, yo shoota gon lay
make facial expression, we dumpin that maud
32 shots delayin yo luck
catch you in there imma dump in the club
he saw me and froze, he knew what it was
he shakin and sh*t but he already popped
he reach in his pocket i bet he get shot
we can bet yo life yo partna gon die
don’t ask if she f*ckin you know she gon lie
you trustin that ho then you gotta be dumb
i play in my shootouts it gotta be fun
car hop for a pole, it gotta be one
shoot a n*gga off a tree, why he hung?
[chorus]
got a big ass clip for a b*tch ass crip
walk down with a bla*blade then let it rip
trynna up from the hip, lil tay wet em up like a ship
you finna get smoked like a skimp
the 30 gymnastics who trynna get flipped
yo partna a ho i’m cyraq the pimp
the drac’ in my pants i walk with a limp
i still shot back i was eatin some chips
try to take somn’ you gon die standin
told him stay up he gon die, bet it
jump out fly you gon die landin
i’m sweet she gon eat a n*gga like some candy
wherever, whenever, get put on a stretcher
i’m flashin my money but i’m not a felxer
his face hit the flo’ on the side of his weapon
then high speed chase, i’m finna call lester

- cyraq lyrics

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