| I gave it all I could give
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| I made it hot at the crib
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| I kept that fire at the crib
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| Where you gon' go when you dip?
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| How I’ma know who for real?
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| I pour a four in a fifth
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| You already know what it is
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| I keep a pole in the whip
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| 'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me
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| It ain’t no ho in the clique
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| None of my dawgs got fuckboy tendencies
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| I don’t even show no sympathy
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| Sipping on Hennessy, it got me bending sideways
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| Everything on me drippin', you niggas can’t ride the wave
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| Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank
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| I done earn my stripes now I’m tryna go get me some real rank
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| Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
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| Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz
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| It’s like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
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| Fuck all that playing, now I’m grown, I put my heart in it
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| I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I’m serious
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| And it’s like every song I’m on, I be calling my spirits
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| I put my Hublot on rocks
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| I put moschato on rocks
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| Where I’m from we don’t say opp
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| Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop
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| Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
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| I made a million off socks
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| Free all my niggas who stuck in a box
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| Locked up and watching the clock
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| Locked up, they fighting with locks
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| Locked up, they swinging they knifes
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| I can’t be living this life
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| No more Bacardi, alright
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| I don’t want Cardi so I’ma pour Henny on ice
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| My vision is vivid, told you I’m really a menace
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| I’ll show you I’m destined to get it
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| I be outside with the glizzy
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| Toting that fire, I be trippin'
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| I just might die how I’m living
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| Ain’t tell nobody, but I’m tripping
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| Niggas ain’t catching me slipping, ayy, yeah
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| I make you laugh when you with me
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| Know that my swag is terrific (glee, glee)
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| Ain’t seen my dad in a minute
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| But I can’t be mad, I got millions
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| I just pulled up in a lemon
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| Thuggin', so fuck your opinion
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| I’m thuggin', so fuck how you feeling
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| I’m calling my spirit
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| Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
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| Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz
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| It’s like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
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| Fuck all that playing, now I’m grown, I put my heart in it
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| I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I’m serious
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| And it’s like every song I’m on, I be calling my spirits |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calling My Spirit , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Dying to Live, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп