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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Real Ceeway
Real Ceeway
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nicholas Doublin
Nicholas Doublin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Real Ceeway
Real Ceeway
Ingenieur:in
Mari 2x
Mari 2x
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Lyrics

I was just calling to check on you because I was thinking of you
And I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay
Let me know if you're not all right
I'll make sure it's different
I want it when she say you want it cause you with me now
I got bricks and weed and rappers on my feet now
All the members I ever see they start to lean on
On that Don Julio she say we gone now
Keep my pistol on me, S.O.B. I ain't gon' run now
Couple bitches want me, block them out before they come
Hey bro, I have a ticket, what about it
I don't know
All these bitches, leeches all up in my song
All these wacky, they mad they like enzymes
All these **** trying to grab me, but they can't keep up probably
Tell them I'm too wild, I won't stand them down
Tell them I'm too child, I won't pop a gun
But that's just what they want
I got plenty Glocks and they all P's inside this room
She won't fuck me, now I'm popping back that she ain't want
Ain't got no time to play no games, ain't got no time for it
Ain't got no time for your lies, ain't got no time for none
Off these drugs right now, I don't need no more
Driving fast as hell, I ain't need no more
Bitch, bitch, I'll get the murder in her blood
Walking couple bodies on the floor
Hit her front or back, she don't want no more
I'ma beat the pussy till it's over
I'ma beat the pussy till it's over
I want her when she say you want her, she with me now
I got perks and weed and rappers on my feet now
All them **** I always see, they starting to lean on
On that dog, Julio, she said, wait, calm down
Keep my pistol on me, S.O.B. I ain't gon' run her
Call my bitches and want me to block them out before they come
Play paper, I have a ticket to a body, gon' burn them down
All these bitches, leeches, I won't break my spine now
I'ma beat the hockey, they mad, they like, inside me
All these **** trying to cop me, but they can't keep up probably
Tell them I'm too red, I won't sign her down
Tell them I'm too tried, I won't pop a gun
But that's just what they want
That's just what they want
That's just what they want
Written by: Nicholas Doublin
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