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lirik lagu shot caller (freestyle) – tory lanez

shot caller (freestyle)

shorty residential, i can be your sponsor
i don’t want your love baby just give me them tonsils
honey know i’m fly like a f*ckin air marshall
dot n*gg*s ball it don’t matter what it cost you
my n*gg*s on they chains like a mothaf*ckin fence
someone tell them lames h*t the mothaf*ckin bench
80 for the frames on the eyes of a king
eyes out for the shirt, ipod for the ring
that’s the iphone
bad b*tches wanna bite me like a python
i’m in your skin like hair with the lice on
it like sh*t
you can get your face split
like a zit that you pop when you think its hot sh*t
i don’t know how i did it
i don’t know how i did it
i get so much p*ssy man that i don’t know how i get it
i be on that i hit it
you be on that i get it
you be on that grown sh*t
i be on that i live it
ridin i’m dippin dirty
them b*tches they gettin flirty
i’m high and i’m sippin purple
i lie no i’m in the dirty
them b*tches they wanna f*ck
i p*ss to my n*gg* kirky
we f*ck then we get up early
you want it then get it early
the haters they black ball
paper the back board
i hit em in the front and leave they brain in the back yard
it’s paper to stack dawg
so why you n*gg*s stallin
if you ain’t stackin don’t be actin like you ballin
actin like spalding, all up on the court side
ridin for the north side
n*gg* come through i’m lookin smoother than a door slide
move a couple units in, we can get the porsche ride
livin by the sh*r* side
when i was just a youngin
imagine little 5-10 n*gg* with a onion
with some wishes for the bunyon
money ain’t a power ain’t a f*ckin n*gg* stuntin
i keep it too real that’s why these f*ckin n*gg*s frontin
i put it on his head and let another n*gg* done him
never touch the work i let another n*gg* run em
pack the louis luggage got the one way out to london
we just p*ssed through customs
me and jae we out the country
and i’m somethin like a teepee
n*gg*s cant see me
if you pullin hoes you gotta rope one for stevie
b*tches couldn’t play me if they burnt me on a cd
model after model sh*t is lookin like a repeat
i f*ck a b*tch and pull the swave out of her
shout my n*gg* honey its gon be a loud summer
that’s my little sister and i’m very proud of her
now back to the business bout to blow this cloud bubble
and i, i do this sh*t
i’m too legit
refuse your b*tch, like a skype call
i’m killin germ *ss n*gg*s like some lysol
i’m eatin throught the game, its like a rice wall
but yea, can i say it any clearer
that a n*gg* got your boo but ain’t tryna get your scare, get it
i slide through a chick like debit
then she eat the d*ck like credit
got a new trend and i just might set it
should of let your mom know
i can get your mind blown
i can kill that bird on your shirt you can die slow
this that sls now get the f*ck up outta my throne
motherf*ckerrrrr oh yea.

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