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ABGR Lil Cory ft Action Pack - Roll Call (Official Audio)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ABGR Lil Cory
ABGR Lil Cory
Künstler:in
Action Pack
Action Pack
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jecorion Hollingsworth
Jecorion Hollingsworth
Texte
William Dawodu
William Dawodu
Komponist:in
Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir
Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir
Komponist:in
Adam Sapir
Adam Sapir
Texte
Garien Walls
Garien Walls
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Euphoric
Euphoric
Produzent:in
Ziad
Ziad
Produzent:in
Thr6x
Thr6x
Produzent:in

Letras

[Intro]
(Euphoric)
(Ziad)
[Chorus]
They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave
How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'
I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree
**** goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me
We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call
Asian plug be showin' love, he know I get them 'bows off
[Verse 1]
Too high off the drank, I poured a four, I damn near dozed off
He had 'posed to die, we seen the opp, that pussy drove off
Bro ran up two hundred fifty thousand, did it off the raw
I had put some diamonds in my teeth, you see it when I talk
I don't work no job, the Drac' be hittin', this bitch be gettin' off
Really could've signed myself, lil' ****, I'm my own boss
We don't let no hoes inside this spot 'cause this the 'bow house
Before it was a trend, was doin' shit that they ain't know 'bout
I can coach the game, I really did this shit they talkin' 'bout
My plug show me love, I spent so much that I can't run out
[Chorus]
They can tear the hood down, that shit won't make me leave
How I ran it up, this shit off dope and I ain't touch a ki'
I got under armor, shit be strong I and ain't get no degree
**** goin' broke tryna keep up 'cause they can't fuck with me
We got fiends lined outside the trap, this shit like roll call
Asian plug be showin' love (Yeah), he know I get them 'bows off (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Boxes came in, get off by myself, I don't need no help (Nothing)
Run a hundred up in thirty days, I make this shit look easy (Yeah)
Yeah, juggin', I got stupid plays, my line stay blowin' up
Fucked around and I got rich, now bitches tryna eat my nuts (Oh)
Trapped so hard, I broke the hinges off the door, all my shits swinging (Swinging)
Bag smell like onion, under armor, lil' ****, this shit's stinking (It's reeking)
I got rich off turkey bags, I ain't never do no scam
I got more plays than a gas station, all this clientele (Yeah)
Sellin' 93 supreme, whole things, I ain't break it down
I'm a hustler, ****, I can shake back off a quarter ounce (Yeah)
Real dope boy, I'ma hit the trap, beat the crack out (Yeah)
I've been gettin' money, couple hundred, ****, that ain't nothing (Yeah)
Written by: Adam Sapir, Garien Walls, Jecorion Hollingsworth, William Dawodu, Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir
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