Corrección Letra I Don't Call Phones I Call Shots par Boosie Badazz

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(What up B Real)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
Yeah
First and last time speaking on this
Yeah

Boosie, bring the dawgs
I be like that on fentanyl
And anybody standin' up, they gon' fall (Shit, we 'bout spinnin' dawg)
General behind the wall, my blitz is never talked about
Fresh when I be steppin' out, and I'm solid as a fuckin' project
That ain't how I fuckin' rock, I'm stickin' to the code, youngin
If you felt that way, why you ain't call me on my phone number?
Bitch you know you wrong, clearin' all these niggas songs
Don't wan' clear a nigga song but fakin' like you a nigga dawg
That's that fake shit, don't speak on me no more
Lil' nigga, you know that I don't go for that
Let's keep it real, dawg, you was a ho for that
Baby mama, player, keeper, everybody wanna talk a lot
Two are dudes tryna lock me up, and they rappin' for this fuckin' cock
Damn, I don't give a damn, bitch, I'm countin' money, fuckin' bitches, ducking Uncle Sam
Callin' shots, it's the man, they were tryna slam us
Now we spinnin' on 'em, winnin' on 'em, throwin' money out the Lamb' truck
Bust all on that bitch face and told she was sucking me
And I fucked her girlfriend, that city boy just up in me
Got billionaires hatin', I can't even post my product
Think I'm finna stop sayin' "Fucks up?" Well nigga, good luck
See them niggas in the back, strap? They got they hood on me
I can call a shot right now in that back, and get you put on
Same hustle gettin' the bag in, and I'm really tired of rappin'
Four million, one movie, I don't really need a back in
Bitch, I'm pressure, this alcohol depression
Boosie bars on the freeway (Alcohol depression)
We be outside
And I ain't never hit the top, my spot was always pushed away
No front covers on no magazine, but I'm still hot today
Huncho, who's fuckin' with a Huncho? (Huncho)
Certified stepper, with the mind of a Narco
So here before my Narco
My lil' niggas poppin' cars though
For everybody ou there callin' shots, off top, free Chapo
I don't bow down, I'm a tiger (I'm a tiger, nigga)
Lotta stripes on me like a tiger

(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots

I don't call phones, I call shots
Here before the shot caller across the world
Every hood got a shot caller, nigga
You don't call phones, you call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots

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