Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Callin, artist - Curren$y. Album song New Jet City, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.11.2014
Record label: Paradise
Song language: English
Callin |
| La-La-la-la |
| Me and Rich in here at 2 o’clock in the morning |
| More Saturday Night Tunes |
| You ironing your motherfuckin' leather sweat pants for the club |
| Outside like Tommy Buns |
| Four in the morning |
| I’m about to blow the horn |
| Hurry ya ass up homeboy — it’s on |
| Can’t get passed up |
| Are you cashed up enough to weather the storm? |
| That shit coming I know |
| That shit coming for sure |
| Some look it right in the eye |
| Some niggas run for the door |
| I’m prepaired so I’ma stay right here |
| Front porch OG rocking chair |
| Putting that fucking doja in the air |
| Those cannot compare |
| Your flow’s not rare |
| Run of the mill |
| You can find that anywhere |
| But this shit right here |
| Get in your ears quickly |
| Fiending you out |
| You’ll be customer of the year now |
| Bitches want to date |
| Cause her man always hate |
| Saying my name everyday |
| Now she wanna know how it taste |
| I’m in here rapping making up these tapes |
| Like I be wrapping up the weight |
| Razor blade scrape lines |
| Clean the whole plate |
| Ma' say your grace |
| Calling them hoes bitches |
| And smoking my weed up |
| Ten toes down I’ma stay g’d up |
| Calling them hoes bitches |
| And smoking my weed up |
| Throw the set |
| Whenever you see us |
| Calling them hoes bitches |
| And smoking my weed up |
| Ten toes down I’ma stay g’d up |
| Calling them hoes bitches |
| And smoking my weed up |
| Miami Vice on mute |
| Weed lit, killer beats on loop |
| Repeat this until I step into the booth |
| Laying something new |
| And then I’m in that old school |
| When the session through |
| From the grower, directly to you |
| I got so many styles it be hard to choose |
| Rather to just lay 'em |
| Or just save 'em for later |
| Cause niggas be waiting |
| For a chance to steal your sound |
| And then pretend to be the originator |
| Fake it till they make it |
| Bogus jewelry — fool, you just gold plated |
| My Chevy heavy, so is my bracelet |
| Not complacent, rather impatient |
| Can’t be waiting on that paper |
| I’ma have to chase it |
| Though it’s mad evasive |
| Spin move, juke and shaking |
| Choosing to get in this hustle |
| Could make you or break you |
| Or just make you crazy |
| Or make you major |
| And take you places |
| It’s all on how you play it |
| Just how any game is |