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lonely calls - chuckyy_103 lyrics

[verse] : my lil brudda yea he went to college , i tell em stay foucs
say i’m on they block in a focus , i’m tryna hop out know i’mma blow it
they think that i need em , heard that they leaving
roll up i need more than one , everybody in the trick tryna act like they post with a gun
my hobby brotha [?] , i don’t think that i know how to cry
on charles you know this a big ass .9 , i traded it i need a big .45
f*ck it i tell her to go to the side , some years old was already playing with cars
i don’t even need em i’m in my audi i’m speed on , get my green you know that i’m fien on
i f*ck her you know i’mma leave ha , dropped out ninth grade i didn’t know what to do
my mama in jail tryna tell mе play this sh*t cool , me and jojo got bag we was going in too
then i got into cars yеa money was cool , but i’m tryna focus on my music
switch up the ride he died inside , got choir in the back off the ride
one slip up i could be fried , but i’m looking up b*tch i’mma open my eyes
watch all the cars in the front and side , f*ck it i’m in the back of the ride
like gimme the gun i bet you i blam one , caught two opps that’s a great ass m1
don’t wanna talk man they know i’mma demon , hop out the car don’t care if it’s squeaking
one opp got caught with his mother , beat his ass shout out my lil brudda
baby d hop out he gon swing that cutta , like free bd hit 3 one night
bang bang that .30 ay same night we coming back , like ask em none of this sh*t really cap
like f*ck a [?] , .30 sound like a rolla
he chill with his father we schooling him , they think i’m bluffing i’m shootin
rapper that’s just tryna do one , catch a rapper you know i’mma take all his sh*t
like hop out smack his lil ass with the grip , act tuff to me get hit with a switch
put me in the car just drive for me b*tch , top shorts don dada yea i really slay n*ggas
run down on em it’s time to pay n*gga , sit too much gg got the drac with em
10 years old in the car doing hits , you was outside lil boi you a b*tch
[?] , but me i’m hanging with k!llers and sh*t
[?] , my mama a steppa if i call her you know she get dressed up
ask the last n*gga , lil n*gga got wet up
f*ck a b*tch i’ll really do better , [?]
like come to the south come dance with the devil , go to your grave and get mad just like a rebel
tryna get out the sticks sh*t stuck in my sweater

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