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call my bluff - x4 lyrics

[intro]
(fbeat go crazy)
pow*pow*pow
fbeat go cra*, hm
(fbeat producin’ all the heat)
fah*fah*fah, hm

[chorus]
f*ck all my o*p*p’s, hope they d*i*e
i ain’t with the lil pups, b*tch, i’m at the t*o*p
n*gga got his lil’ sh*t took, couldn’t be me
heard his lil’ song, everything he said was c*a*p
better watch yo’ mouth, i got n*ggas gon’ go for me
since he actin’ tough, we gon’ pull up right up on me and see
ain’t no back and forth, we gon’ keep that sh*t right in the street
6 figures up, who gon’ call my bluff?

[verse 1]
catch him at night, at that light, like tupac, we gon’ hit him up (fah*fah*fah)
we stripped him for his sh*t, now is time to split the chilly up
wait, what yo’ do? nuthin’, sh*t * so you ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
pressured up and ask me for a feat, pulled out a big gun
n*gga, [?] stash, called it big pun
real nasty b*tch, when i hit it she don’t even run
i don’t wanna hit yo’ ‘wood, ’cause that sh*t is bum*scum
i don’t wanna f*ck yo’ b*tch, ’cause that b*tch is bum*scum
b*tch, i’m [?] up, [?] up, bеtter not f*ckin’ touch
act tough if you want, put you in the f*ckin’ dust
last n*gga got spanked for tryna pull that samе stunt
hm, i was 13 with a big gun (yeah, yeah)
if i’m a lil’ boy then why the f*ck you ran? (yeah, yeah)
i’m a f*ckin’ trophy, just like my son (yeah, yeah)
maserati truck, n*gga, catch up (yeah, yeah)
i’m jointed up now, f*ck next*up (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
f*ck all my o*p*p’s, hope they d*i*e
i ain’t with the lil pups, b*tch, i’m at the t*o*p
n*gga got his lil’ sh*t took, couldn’t be me
heard his lil’ song, everything he said was c*a*p
better watch yo’ mouth, i got n*ggas gon’ go for me
since he actin’ tough, we gon’ pull up right up on me and see
ain’t no back and forth, we gon’ keep that sh*t right in the street
6 figures up, who gon’ call my bluff?

[verse 2]
f*ck all my opps, all them n*ggas can die tonight
car wouldn’t start, [?] my [?] just take the pipe
mark in the park, i witness him get slapped twice
for what though? tryna shoot the homies with some trick dice
i got real k!llers on my side, better think twice
i just hit a [?], that look just like [?]
i’m a real crip, i know you see it on my left side
she can’t act right, so i had to leave the b*tch behind
n*gga died in this street, threw up the wrong signs (yeah, yeah)
“i ain’t doin’ no time for another n*gga crime” (yeah, yeah)
what the f*ck? you sound like a b*tch (like a b*tch)
what the f*ck? this n*gga prolly snitch (he prolly snitch)
tie him up, throw him in the ditch (put him in the ditch)
b*tch, i’m shawn michaels with the kick ([?])
n*ggas really clowns, it, it
pressured up by me, when i came around he [?] his b*tch
[chorus]
f*ck all my o*p*p’s, hope they d*i*e
i ain’t with the lil pups, b*tch, i’m at the t*o*p
n*gga got his lil’ sh*t took, couldn’t be me
heard his lil’ song, everything he said was c*a*p
better watch yo’ mouth, i got n*ggas gon’ go for me
since he actin’ tough, we gon’ pull up right up on me and see
ain’t no back and forth, we gon’ keep that sh*t right in the street
6 figures up, who gon’ call my bluff?

- x4 lyrics

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