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can't call it - y2 lyrics

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bands fallin

we ain’t bring wallet

bands fallin

we ain’t bring wallet

spend all it

sh*t i can’t fold it

she ain’t all that

we paying for it

can’t call it

sh*t i can’t call it

can’t call it

sh*t i can’t call it

can’t call it

sh*t i can’t call it

can’t call it

sh*t i can’t call it

bands fallin n*gga we ain’t bring wallet

we ain’t stalling

we gon need all it

she ont throw it

we ain’t paying for it

catch body n*gga

on ya head saudi

where da model b*tches

we ont need thottie

throw a thilly n*gga

whole gang trilly

we on grizzy n*gga

you ain’t neva busy

drop sixty in this b*tch

das fa nipsey

icy white we always look like scammers

fam you cannot stand us

all deez band look like we live in concert

she like im a fan

we up international with my taliban

you ain’t savage facts

drip on me like baptist target practice

don’t cross me like catholic

give no f*cks bout fashion

gg racks for stashing

we ont procrastinate

all this gas dress code no cap

that b*tch know what’s happening

i just be thrashing her

f*ck her then lose her metabolism

don’t watch me like television

i keep telling n*ggas

n0body f*cking with that

we don’t need wallet for that

we be to gs what versace is to big

sauce she want l!ck

this one for ya rent

ain’t nothing personal

blew that sh*t like crip

sit behind tint

bruh

we don’t even camp

b*tch can’t tell me sh*t

this a horse no hemi

all in her mouth like dentist

no cap this sh*t ain’t fitted

authentic

why is you so offended

no preacher these are villains

don’t get cha boy uplifted

jump out the roof

like k!ll yaself again

b*tch nothing free

if you don’t f*ck the famn

you ain’t saying sh*t

catch that d*ck like cramp

get these bills like cosby

proof in pudding

push porsche

she got horse and a stallion

dead man all we know so them ghosts

be around him

we don’t smoke with them

this sh*t loud

yo sh*t lousy

she ain’t sad but always poke that sh*t out like she pouting

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