| Call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em—
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| Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers
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| That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging
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| Welcome to my world, where I be straight stripping motherfuckers
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| 'Cause they be suckers slangin' goods in my hood
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| You better call somebody (eh yoooo)
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| 'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body
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| Materialistic, mean, cherry red, mystic seat
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| You heard him floss, but he can’t do shit wit' me
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| You heard of the Outlawz, but motherfucker this is the G
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| And won’t change for a muh’fucker, this is me
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| Down to the ground and cherish peeps that past before me
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| I’m still here for the real homies that’s askin' for me
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| No love, but for those that’ll blast before me
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| Don’t ask mamma for shit, but please have a casket for me
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| Hustler without a record deal, your boy still kill them
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| Gun off safety, gangster 31 like Roy Williams
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| In the hood, 'cause I wanna be, and when I feel like it’s on
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| I give them the look to put your pussy niggas under me
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| It’s a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
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| When you you gotta pay back the same shit you take from
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers
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| That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging
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| Welcome to my world, where I be straight stripping motherfuckers
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| 'Cause they be suckers, slangin' goods in my hood
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| You better call somebody (eh yoooo)
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| 'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body
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| I floss like a boss supposed to, and it musta
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| Been something he did that make him ever cross or choke you
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| I’m hood, without this rap shit, homie I’m hood
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| I ain’t bragging 'bout my thug life, fuck it I’m good
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| The killers feel me and they don’t kill me, mane I hustle
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| One man hit team, Ali Bang for muscle
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| What do we have hear now? |
| Nope
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| Not 2Pac, another thug nigga, brazin'
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| Similar style, Hard Life Entertainment in life
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| To a white mans world when you get played wit' your life
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| Won’t front I’m a rap nigga, but the dangerous type
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| And how I’m livin' I ain’t sayin' it’s right, but I’m the real hood
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| I bang and floss on these niggas 'cause it feels good
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| And if the jealous ain’t kill them, then the pills would
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| These niggas know they know what I’m known for
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| But they won’t think it’s real 'til I’m standing in their grill wit' a chrome 4
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| Welcome to my world of materialistic motherfuckers
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| That’s how it is when I’m hanging and banging
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| Welcome to my world where I be straight stripping motherfuckers
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| 'Cause they be suckers, slangin' goods in my hood
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| Call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up, call 'em up
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| You better call somebody
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| 'Cause I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body
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| Call your homeboys up
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| You better get on that Boost Mobile nigga
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| And you hope you do—
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| You better hope that you didn’t run out of minutes
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| I’m telling you that now, 'cause I ain’t running outta shots
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| Big Q, yeah
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| Hard Life Entertainment
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| Y’all know what it is, Hussein Fatal, Jersey stand up — Right!
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| I’ma fuck around at night and catch me a body |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call Em Up , by - Hussein Fatal. Song from the album Born Legendary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп