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dee mula - call me what you want كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(honcho on that beat, word, say that)
mm, dee mula

[verse]
call me what you want, bet you can’t call me broke
call me what you want, bet you can’t call me poor
before you call my phone about that b_tch, you better call the ho
i look like i sell dope, i look like i sell cars, all these foreigns in my yard
she look like a model, p_ssy fat, must got her pad on
she know she a bad b_tch, can’t f_ck with her, leave her alone
if you ain’t gettin’ no money, you can’t get no p_ssycat
hit the gas, get her p_ssy wet like how i push the ‘cat
why you talkin’ out your top like dee mula won’t push it back?
reachin’ for my chain, that’s suicide, slam, wrestlin’ match
linkin’ with the opps, that’s cool, don’t give a d_mn, pass it back
we turn n_ggas to some dope, look at they post and laugh at that
want a rich n_gga, real risk taker, that’s me, baby
i be in them streets, baby, fat boy gotta eat, baby
put it down, scratch her coochie out
all these b_tches walkin’ around like i’m at lil boosie house
and i can’t help it that i’m bossed up
got these n_ggas sick, i’m in they chest, i’m what they cough up
fire_percent the tent, look like the narcs, i’m in this black truck
movin’ like the president, fresher than a peppermint, he clean like no evidence
ayy, call me what you want, bet you can’t call me broke
call me what you want, bet you can’t call me poor
in my hood, they spot, robbin’ and sh_t, they must know curtis snow
ran into an opp, he ain’t do sh_t, i guess he let it go
he be with my old friends, them n_ggas probably let him know
them n_ggas ain’t opps, they really fans, probably at my show
probably want a kid, mula ’cause i done probably f_cked they ho
prada on me head and toes, four pocket full, ain’t come to play
f_ck her good, i beat her dormants down, make sure she come to stay
them n_ggas ain’t havin’ motion, them n_ggas share bankrolls
them n_ggas ain’t used to sh_t, they fallin’ out ’bout stank hoes
cut my n_gga off just for some p_ssy, that’s a never (no)
ho told me i’m a dog, kicked her out, b_tch, i’m the devil
i k!ll sh_t, i know they was comin, i wasn’t there, i feel sh_t
how you got a boyfriend? turn around and let me still hit
i’m that n_gga, in my hood, i’m the biggest if i don’t get no bigger
woulda kept that n_gga ’round if he ain’t paint that picture
last n_gga tried to take somethin’, took shots, no liquor
last time we hit they block, them n_ggas drop they pistol
if he ain’t go with you to slide, then that is not your n_gga
he is not no gangster
last time they dropped the lo’, i pulled up on them blankin’
make it count, we off the scope, that’s why they block so stankin’
that’s why they clique been shrankin’
and i know every n_gga ’round me shootin’ they gun so anxious
we in these cars runnin’ red lights
slap that b_tch in sport, we see the feds lights
might keep her around if her head right
in my hood, you see nothin’ but medlights
yellow tape and cones on the ground, that mean he dead, right? (ha_ha)
[outro]
(honcho on that beat, word, say that)

- dee mula

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